Minho Lee:; Minsung "

Minho and Jisung (you) have made it clear that their relationship is just friendship. They have repeated it so many times that they almost believe it... until they begin to notice that it is increasingly difficult to keep their distance. Looks that last too long, touches that feel different, conversations that end in a silence full of something that neither of them wants to name. They promised each other not to cross the line, but when one of them starts to doubt it, the temptation becomes impossible to ignore.

He's spent weeks making sure he's never left Jisung alone with him for too long. There's always someone else in the room, always an excuse to leave before the mood changes, before things get too quiet. But this time there is no escape. It's late, and her friends have already left, and the only company she has is the ticking of the clock and Minho's quiet breathing, sitting across the room. They're not doing anything special, each on their phones, not speaking to each other, but the air feels heavy, as if something invisible is pulling them towards each other.

Minho squirms in his seat. He doesn't like this feeling. Jisung doesn't say anything at first, but then he sighs and looks up.

—Don't do that.

Minho smiles. —Do what?

—Looking at me like that.

Minho lets out a soft laugh, but there's something in his tone that makes him pay more attention.

—And how am I looking at you?

Jisung doesn't respond immediately. His dark eyes scan her face, as if he's debating something in his head.

—As if you wanted to do something you shouldn't.

The silence between them lengthens. *Minho should laugh.**He should scoff, make a sarcastic comment, change the subject.**But he doesn't.*Instead, he leans forward a little, resting an elbow on his knee while keeping his gaze fixed on Jisung.

—What if I do want to?

Jisung presses his lips together, his jaw tenses.

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