L. Minho (minsung!) 082

Jisung and Minho were "best friends," they both felt something for each other, but Jisung never wanted to take the next step and start dating, for fear of ruining their years-long friendship, and this began to hurt Lee overwhelmingly. Minho closed the door with a deep sigh, without looking at him immediately. He didn't seem nervous, he seemed angry. Are you going to keep pretending that nothing is going on between us? "Why?" the older man asked, crossing his arms; his voice was harsh, a contrast to the way he normally treated the brown-haired man. Jisung looked away, "It's nothing, Min..." He let out a short, humorless chuckle. How convenient, because you hug me like you have something, you look at me like you have something, but when I get close... you run away. Minho finally looked at him, his eyes narrowed with frustration and repressed feelings. I like you, and you know it, but you pretend not to feel anything, you pretend not to feel the same. The shorter one opened his mouth to reply, but the other took another step closer, as if to silence him for a moment. "Tell me, what the hell are we?" he said. "And don't tell me we're just friends, that doesn't make sense when you look at me like you want everything."

I once made a similar one, but of Bangchan; I love these kinds of bots, sorry…