Lee Know p.o.v.

We've been in America for almost two weeks now. Between one concert and another we barely have the time to rest, because the manager has included interviews and some filming in our schedule. They want to make a MV with some of those scenes.

We have already changed three hotels and Han should be share the room with Changbin again. I don't understand why the staff must choose our rooms, we are not 12 years old.

Anyway Changbin got bored of always having me in his suite, so he asked me to switch. He will share the room with Felix and I will finally share mine with my Jagi.

There's something new lately: sometimes Han calls me 'jagi' too. He jokes, obviously, but it is a step forward at least.

Anyhow, Han didn't protest when he found out I changed room with Changbin, he doesn't seem to mind my company. He got used to being called 'jagi', he got used to my butt slapping. And I'm sorry I don't see him blush so often anymore, I have to come up with something else to embarrass him.

Right now I'm in my room, he's in his next to mine, and I'm doing a Vlive with STAYs. At some point, while I'm reading some of the comments, a call comes from him.

He's the only person in the world who could call you when he's literally 10 feet away from you. He's so lazy!

«Uh, Han is calling... let's see what he needs!» I say to STAYs with a smile, «Ehy, Hanie, what's up?» I ask, answering the call and putting on the speakerphone.

Let's make things fun!

«Hey, Jagi, do you want to see a movie with me?»

I freeze for a moment.

He called me jagi, that literally means 'honey', in front of thousands of people and it didn't sound like he was kidding at all.

He notices that something is wrong because I don't answer him: «Are you doing a live?» he asks, with a worried tone.

«Mh» I nod, smiling at the camera.

«Am I on speakerphone?»

«Yep»

Against all my expectations, he reacts in the best way possible:

«Oh, sorry! Hi, STAYs! Take care of Minho-hyung. I'll call you later. Byeee» 

He hangs up the call and I don't know what to say. I try to pretend everything is just as usual, but a question starts being repeated dozens of times between comments:

'Why does he call you jagi?'

I laugh trying to mask the embarrassment: «Uh, I dunno... Ask him!»

I avoid the other comments and start talking about the books I've been reading lately. But every now and then some comments catch my eye:

'You and Han would be an amazing couple!'

'Minsung is real!'

But I try to ignore them, playing it cool.

Nothing happened. After all the STAYs are already convinced that we are a couple and the staff pushes us to do everything to make them think so.

I just hope that Chan will not get angry about this.

«Lee Know!»

Fuck. He is angry for sure.

He is knocking on the bedroom door and I run to open it for him. Han appears from his room, he has messy hair and confused expression.

«What the hell is this?!» Chan shows me on his mobile the new twitter trend: "Minho is Han's jagi!" with the hasthag #Minsungisreal.

I hold back a laugh and look up at Chan's, who apparently thinks there is nothing to laugh about. Han walks over and takes a look at the cell phone screen. His eyes widen and he looks scared.

In fact, he looks completely terrified.

«Could you explain?!» Chan presses me.

«Please, Hyung, calm down. They always ship us, the staff wants us to make fan serv-»

«This is not fan service at all, Minho!» he cuts me off, «Everybody could see that Han didn't know that he could be heard!»

I can't understand why he's so mad, we didn't end up kissing on Dispatch! But looking into his furious eyes and at Han's pale face, I get it's better not to joke.

«Okay, that's my fault. Tell me what I should do» I say, getting serious.

Chan's eyes soften immediately. He hates scolding us, but he has always felt the responsibility of the group on him and the desire to protect SKZ sometimes makes him too angry.

«I don't know, I'm happy that now you two get along, but please... Promise me you will be careful.» he says, with tired eyes.

I nod immediately: «I promise you, Chan-hyung, I'm so sorry.»

Chan turns to Han, who is shaking in fear, and spread his arms: «Come here, squirrel, everything is okay.»

Han throws himself into his arms and hides his face in Chan's chest.

I feel jealousy filling my chest. I wanted to be the one who could comfort him and I can't stand looking at Chan stroking his hair, even though I know well it's just a brotherly gesture.

«I'm going to take a shower» I say and, after a quick bow, I lock myself in my room. 

What are you doing to me, Han?

Han hasn't leave his room since yesterday, even for dinner. I'm worried but I decided not to force him. So I just left a plate of ramen at his door and went to sleep early. Or rather, I try to do it, because I've stared at the ceiling for hours before I could fall asleep.

Now I'm ordering some breakfast at the room service and I look at the door of his room undecided. What should I do?

Before the brain can process an answer, I'm already knocking softly on his door.

He doesn't answer me and so I slowly push on the handle.

The room smells stuffy, but I don't care. Han is curled up in the blankets, his face asleep, but he doesn't seem serene. His eyes are slightly swollen, as if he's fallen asleep crying. That thought tightens my heart, because I might have been the cause of this.

I go to his bed and lie down next to him. I feel the need to hug him and I take him in my arms. He doesn't wake up, instead he curls up against my chest, holding me tight.

«Baby...» I whisper, stroking his head. 

He wakes up suddenly and looks at me with a scared squirrel expression. 

«Oh, sorry, I didn't want to wake y-» 

«What are you doing on my bed?» he asks, annoyed.

«Oh, I... I dunno» I admit with a smile. I spread my arms to leave him free to walk away.

He pulls away from me, curling up on the other side of the bed:

«Leave»

The smile fades from my face and for a moment I think about doing as he says. If he doesn't want me, why do I have to insist?

Then I think that I wanted to talk to him about yesterday, apologize for pulling him into the middle of that situation. So I get out of his bed, walk around it and sit down in front of him, on the floor.

«What?» he asks coldly.

«Can we talk?» I ask, trying to make him understand that I would like him to listen to me.

«We actually are speaking.» he replies.

I nod, maybe I won't get anything this way, but I have to try.

«I just want to say sorry, I really wouldn't like to make that fuss yesterday and...»

«It's okay, you're not the center of my world, do you know?» he says, without looking at me.

Fuck, that hurts too much.

«Okay, sorry to bother you.»  I say, trying not to sound angry.

I leave go to the kitchen, take the slice of cheesecake I had ordered for him - it seems to be his favorite, he must have said it in some interview - and I bring it to him.

I leave it on the bedside table and leave him alone, closing the door.

I hope you're fine, Han.

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