[jisung's pov]

"Do you mind if I join you?" A gentle voice called from in front of him. The room was too dimly lit to see the boy's face, but there was just enough light for Jisung to see the silhouette of other boy.

"Go ahead, I could use some company right about now." Jisung replied, gesturing to the seat opposite from him.

Earlier that day, he had attended an audition for a small idol company, but he'd messed it up and got sent home at the first stage. He had been waiting for the bus to come, sad and angry, rain pouring down and soaking him from head to toe just like in a movie. The bus pulled up, a large advertisement coming into view. It was for a new dark dining restaurant called "Dans le Noir". To be honest, he was initially just interested because the name was french ( and he was a sucker for anything french ) but the idea of not seeing who you were talking to or what was being served appealed to him. Either way, he made the spontaneous decision to go there and see for himself what it was like, in the hopes that it would cheer him up.

"Are you alright?" the other boy asked, taking a seat. "I don't know you, or what's going on but...hang in there."

Jisung scoffed "I don't think 'hang' in there is the best choice of words right now. I literally feel like trying to strangle myself with this damn napkin" He grumbled, picking up the napkin from the table and half-jokingly trying to tie it around his neck.

"You still didn't answer my question. are you alright?" The other boy replied, grabbing Jisung's hand and pulling it away from his neck. Jisung jerked his hand away from the other's quickly - it was weird enough that a complete stranger had come to talk to him.

"Im fine, dont worry." A pause. "Why did you come over anyway? Didn't your parents warn you not to talk to strangers?" He asked.

"If we never talked to strangers, how would we ever make any friends?"

"Still.."

"You really want me to leave that badly, huh?" The other boy chuckled.

"Alright well, it was nice meeting you, mystery boy." The other boy quickly stood up and left, leaving behind a very, very confused Jisung. He sat there for a minute, still dazed from what had happened.

'Shit.' he thought to himself, 'what if he was hot?' Jisung mentally slapped himself for being an idiot and missing his chance to get with a cute guy, and started to get up to leave. As he did he looked at the napkin he had picked up earlier, noticing something written on it. Jisung squinted, trying to see what was written.

"03254419081
- minho"

—hi guys! so this is my first attempt at a minsung ff! i don't know if anyone will read it so idk wether to keep writing, but if you did then thank you!!