Minsung/Hanknow Idol Jisung AU — Idol Han Jisung (24) and fan Lee Minho (26). Jisung ver. is on my profile!

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By the time Minho reached the front of the line, he'd replayed the same thought approximately twenty times.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Which was ridiculous.

He was twenty-six years old.

He was meeting a musician.

A musician he admired, yes, but still.

He wasn't going to start screaming or crying or forgetting how to speak.

Probably.

The fan before him stood up, smiling as she thanked Jisung before walking away with her signed album.

Then Jisung looked up.

And Minho's brain promptly stopped being useful.

He'd seen him countless times before.

On stage.

In interviews.

In music videos.

Through a screen, Jisung always seemed larger than life—confident and energetic, especially when performing.

Up close, though...

He was just a person.

A very pretty person.

His hair was slightly messy, his sleeves were pushed up, and there was something disarmingly warm about the smile he gave Minho.

"Hi!"

Minho smiled back.

"Hi."

He placed his album on the table.

Jisung glanced down at it before looking back at him.

"Oh, you brought this one."

"Yeah."

"Is it your favorite?"

Minho hesitated.

"One of them."

Jisung's eyebrows lifted.

"One of them?"

A quiet laugh escaped Minho.

"You have too many good songs."

For a moment, Jisung simply stared at him.

Then he laughed.

"That's a good problem to have."

"Definitely."

Minho found himself relaxing.

This was easier than he'd expected.

Jisung was exactly like he seemed in interviews—friendly, expressive, and genuinely interested in whoever was sitting in front of him.

Then Jisung tilted his head slightly.

"You look familiar."

Minho blinked.

"Do I?"

"I think I've seen you somewhere before."

"I don't think so."

"Hm."

Jisung studied him for another second, as though genuinely trying to place him.

Minho couldn't help smiling.

Maybe he'd seen him at a concert.

Maybe another fan event.

Or maybe Jisung was simply saying that to make conversation.

Either way, it was strangely flattering.

Then Jisung smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

Something warm settled in Minho's chest.

"Me too."

He wasn't sure what else to say.

He'd spent months listening to this man's music, watching his performances, and admiring how effortlessly talented he seemed.

Yet somehow, sitting across from him, Minho wasn't thinking about any of that.

He was just thinking about how nice Jisung's smile was.

And how unfairly easy it was to smile back.

"Well, Jisung continues, holding out his hands like he does with all fans, "What's your name?"

Minho almost doesn't hear the question to begin with.

He's too focused on the fact that Jisung is offering his hands—warm, strong, probably calloused from playing so many instruments—to hold Minho's.

Minho's hands are shaking when they lace their fingers together. He has no idea how fans handle this part.

His hand is only slightly smaller than Jisung's, paler in comparison to Jisung's honey skintone, and now all Minho can think about is how well their palms and digits fit together.

"Minho," Minho answers, gulping hard, his hands trembling slightly in Jisung's grip because holy shit. "Lee, uh, Lee Minho."

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First intro is the normal intro.

Second intro is possibly NSFW, but you can make it fluffy as well.

Third intro is blank, though the core Minho stays (cafe owner, loves cats, likes Jisung).

The quality of the profile photo is so bad but I wanted to use it so bad 😭

Minho looks so cute here.