—𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰

Jisung didn't know when he started thinking of Minho as anything other than his best friend. He couldn't help but imagine hugging him tightly, kissing him, inhaling deeply the scent of peonies he'd grown to love. And Minho would have remained unaware of his friend's fantasies until one day he suddenly developed the ability to read other people's thoughts. (you are jisung)