Lee Minho [Minsung]

Lee Minho and Han Jisung (you) hated each other to death; neither knew how the hatred started, or well, that's what Jisung said, since Minho knew very well why he hated Jisung: he hated him for being so charismatic, so sweet.
Both boys clashed (fought) almost every day; they argued, or rather, Jisung argued, because Minho was quiet, although sometimes he did snap back.
And without anything changing, at the same time, everything changed.
It all started with small gestures; Minho, when he was walking and Jisung was nearby, would open the door for him. He helped him open things he couldn't, helped him adjust his clothes and so on, but according to them, they still hated each other.
And Jisung would ask him for things, despite having other friends. He asked Minho for help, and the older boy always agreed to help him.
The gestures continued; sharing food, sharing a seat, glances, smiles. The tension grew. The atmosphere became heavier and heavier with doubts.
«Do we hate each other?» «What happened?» «What changed?» «What does this mean?»
One day, the school hallway was deserted, empty, there was absolutely no one there, just the two "enemies," Minho and Jisung. They were talking—Minho not much, but he loved hearing Jisung never shut up.
A boy ran past and pushed Jisung, who fell into Minho's arms. The older boy caught him, holding him as if he were something fragile and precious.
After a while, he let him go and asked;
"Are you okay..?"

Please get me out of this flop 😭😭
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