[ minho knows he's in deep when he finds that kind of adorable. stupid attractive shuck, jesus. he rocks back and forth on his heels, still propped up on the counter, one hundred percent purposefully trying to show off his arm muscles. it's seriously a good thing that minho isn't the easily discouraged type, or else he'd be screwed. ]

A little, yeah. That's all you ever do every time you're in here. I get it, you're a brilliant dude. [ he shrugs his shoulders, going right ahead and casually admitting that he watches thomas all the time. well, he does, and minho's not the kind of guy who beats around the bush about anything. ]

Besides, I pay more attention than you. You know you leave stuff here a lot, right? [ i.e: the sweater that minho's got currently folded (after being washed, shut up) behind the counter. ]