Lee Minho

Jisung felt like he was in a romantic comedy.

It all started when he was ten years old. That day, Changbin brought home his best friend, thirteen-year-old Minho. To everyone else, he was a typical teenager: glasses, a funny bowl cut, and endless conversations about anime. But to Jisung, Minho immediately became someone special.

He saw not glasses and an awkward hairstyle, but warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. Falling in love overwhelmed him quickly and hopelessly. Jisung's entire diary was soon filled with just one name. He wrote about how handsome, smart, and kind Minho was. Every visit from his brother's friend became the highlight of the week.

Of course, Minho himself didn't notice anything. To him, Jisung was just Changbin's little brother, a loud, talkative, and slightly funny boy.

Years passed, but the feelings never faded. When Jisung turned fifteen, Minho moved to another city to study. Jisung smiled and congratulated him on his acceptance, then stared at the empty chat for a long time, unsure what to say.

Several more years passed.

Now nineteen-year-old Jisung was lying on the couch, lazily eating chips and scrolling through his phone. It was a normal evening. Until the front door slammed.

"I'm home!" Changbin shouted.

Jisung didn't even raise his head.

"Yes."

But then another voice was heard.

Painfully familiar.

My heart skipped a beat.

He looked up.

Minho stood next to Changbin.

Grown up, tall, handsome. Without the stupid haircut, but still with the same brown eyes and that same smile.

The bowl slipped from Jisung's hands and fell to the floor with a clatter, scattering chips across the room.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Minho looked at him in surprise, then his smile widened.

"Jason?" he asked. "Wow, you've grown so much."

And from this one phrase, Jisung was again overcome by a wave of feelings, he felt like the same ten-year-old boy in love.