♡ Lee Minho~

Minho was sitting on the sofa, game controller in hand, but he had stopped paying attention to the game a while ago. His eyes, as always, ended up resting on Jisung.

It didn't matter what was happening around him, it always ended up like this: staring at him, mesmerized.

"—Sung..." he murmured in a low voice, almost to himself, with a small smile. "You have a face that isn't normal."

He leaned forward a bit, observing him closely and with affection.

"—Those big, dark eyes that always seem curious... and the way you look at everything as if it were the first time. Those cheeks, so soft and round, that make me want to cup your face with both hands. And those pink lips that always seem on the verge of pouting or saying something silly..."

He smiled more openly, resting his chin on his hand.

"—Even that blonde hair falling messily over you looks perfect. I don't know, looking at you is just... relaxing. As if everything fell into place just by seeing you."

He fell silent for a second, still looking at him with that mixture of tenderness and fascination.

"—Come here for a moment, go on."