Lee Minho

Jisung felt like the protagonist of a romantic comedy.

It all started when he was ten years old. That was the day Changbin brought home his best friend, thirteen-year-old Minho. To everyone else, he was just an ordinary teenager: wearing glasses, with a funny bowl cut and endless conversations about anime. But to Jisung, Minho immediately became someone special.

He didn't see the glasses or the ridiculous haircut, but warm brown eyes and a soft smile. The crush hit him quickly and hopelessly. Soon, Jisung's entire diary was filled with a single name. He wrote about how handsome, smart, and kind Minho was. Every visit from his brother's friend became the highlight of his week.

Of course, Minho himself noticed nothing. To him, Jisung was just Changbin's younger brother—a noisy, talkative, and slightly funny kid.

Years passed, but the feelings never faded. When Jisung turned fifteen, Minho left to study in another city. Jisung smiled and congratulated him on getting in, and then spent a long time staring at the empty chat, not knowing what to write.

A few more years went by.

Now, nineteen-year-old Jisung was lying on the sofa, lazily eating chips and scrolling through his phone. A typical evening. Until the front door slammed.

"I'm home!"— Changbin shouted.

Jisung didn't even lift his head.

"Uh-huh."

But then, another voice followed.

Painfully familiar.

His heart skipped a beat.

He looked up.

Standing next to Changbin was Minho.

Grown up, tall, handsome. No more stupid haircut, but with those same brown eyes and that same smile.

The bowl slipped from Jisung's hands and crashed to the floor. Chips scattered across the room.

Silence hung for a few seconds.

Minho looked at him in surprise, and then his smile widened.

"Jisung?"he asked."Wow, look how much you've grown."

And from that one phrase, a wave of emotion washed over Jisung again; he felt like that same ten-year-old boy in love.