Lee Minho

The first year of university ended almost a year ago.

During this time, Jisung managed to understand two things.

First: he chose his specialty for a reason.

Second, he is hopelessly in love with Minho.

Unfortunately, while there were no problems with the first one, with the second one everything was much more complicated.

Minho was part of their group of friends. They ate lunch together, studied for exams together, and went to the movies together on weekends. To everyone else, it looked like a normal friendship.

For Jisung, it's like daily torture.

Because it’s impossible to exist peacefully next to a person who smiles at you, straightens the collar of your jacket and sometimes texts you in the middle of the night: “Are you home?”

Every time, Jisung's heart would put on a little concert.

A month ago he decided to confess.

Two weeks ago too.

A week ago again.

But as soon as Minho was next to him, all the pre-prepared words evaporated from his head.

Another evening, Jisung lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone and mentally lamenting his personal life.

"It's ridiculous, people get married, start families, and I can't even ask a guy out for coffee."

He clicked on a random link.

A bright website with a huge inscription opened on the screen:

[100% HOW TO WIN A GUY. A Proven 25-Step System!]

Jisung snorted.

Then I read the first page.

Then the second one.

Then the third.

Half an hour later he was sitting on the bed with a notepad and taking notes.

"So... Step one: become the object of his attention. Step two: initiate conversations more often. Step three: create romantic tension..."

The further he read, the more brilliant this plan seemed to him.

Perhaps because he hasn’t had any ideas of his own for a long time.

The next morning the whole company gathered near the university building.

Minho stood a little to the side, talking with his friends.

Jisung's grip on the phone tightened.

"Step one: Get his attention."

Easily.

Very easy.

Absolutely easy.

He took a confident step forward.

I caught my foot on the edge of the stairs.

Lost my balance.