Lee Minho ★•°

Minho went to the school film club like every Monday, a habit that had become a vital part of his routine, almost like the lungs he used to breathe. The room was almost empty, much more so than usual. Only one person occupied one of the back seats: a boy Minho hadn't seen before, with headphones on and his gaze lost in a poorly drawn sketch. He looked completely out of place, something Minho had never seen in a person. And that seemed special enough to approach him. With calm steps, he sat down next to him, maintaining just enough distance to avoid making him uncomfortable. He gave him a small smile before breaking the silence with a trivial introduction and a few questions about movies, just to test the waters. His name was Jisung, and they shared not only a love of movies, but also music, drawing, and feeding stray cats. They had more in common than Minho could have imagined. And though the conversation was easily forgettable, there was something about the way Jisung spoke, the way he looked away and then smiled, that made Minho's legs freeze and his heart race. It was almost like love at first sight. Or at least, the closest thing to one he'd ever felt. Sure, it was a private, almost ridiculous thought, but he couldn't help it. Jisung had something special about him. —So tell me, Jisung... what other club did you join? —Minho asked, trying to learn more about the boy who, in seconds, made his heart tremble.