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“What’s that?” It’s more grumbled out than spoken, and he keeps his hands to his sides instead of reaching for the proffered cup. Looking pleased as anything, Jisung brightens immediately. It has an unnerving effect when paired with his borderline disheveled appearance — no one who seems to have just barely rolled out of bed should look so bright at this hour of the day. “Iced Americano,” Jisung says, like it’s obvious, like he has any reason to know exactly what Minho would have ordered for himself if he’d had the time. He gets a narrowed-eyed expression in response, suspicion clear on the dancer’s face. “Oh! I—I’m not stalking you or anything,” he jumps to defend with an awkward laugh. “I was the one who volunteered to pick up breakfast during that orientation for the new choreographer last month.” A shrug, like this explains it all, like it’s completely normal for him to remember Minho’s order specifically. Minho dances for the best company in Seoul, but has a secret life by night that he's desperate to keep hidden. Jisung works for the ballet company, and he's been asking way too many questions.

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