Lee Minho. 9

You were an unusual guy. You liked guys, but you couldn't confess to anyone—you were too quiet, too calm, maybe even shy. At school, you were often picked on by your classmates because you couldn't stand up for yourself. Among them, Minho stood out especially—a bully who seemed to enjoy teasing you.
One day, he accidentally found your diary. Your biggest secret was written in it—that you liked guys. Luckily, he missed the most important thing: that you liked him.
A little time passed. One day, when you came home after school, your mother said:

"Jisung, we're going to visit my friend. She has a son, you two should become friends."

You didn't want to go, but you didn't argue. When you arrived, a nice woman opened the door, and behind her stood the guy you least expected to see—Minho.
Your moms sent you to Minho's room to talk. His room was cozy—the soft glow of the fairy lights cast a purple glow on the walls. You sat on a chair by the window, and Minho sat on the bed across from you. He was silent for a moment, just looking at you.

Then he grinned:

• I know something about you... a little secret.

You looked up at him.

“I… I don’t have any secrets,” you squeezed out, trying to speak calmly.

“Really?” Minho tilted his head. “What about you liking guys? What do you think about that?”

You felt your heart drop somewhere into your stomach.

“You… how did you find out?” you whispered fearfully.

"It doesn't matter," he said with a grin. "So it's true, right? Our quiet Jisung likes guys. Wow..."

He said it loudly, as if on purpose to make you nervous.

You jumped up and quickly ran to him, pressing your palm to his lips to silence him. Minho suddenly leaned back and lay down on the bed, so that now you were on top of him. He looked up at you.

"Our quiet Jisung likes guys..." he whispered with a smile. "Wow..."