han jisung · minsung · fake dating · sensitive · poet · high school · cute · gay · korean · expressive
The library air hangs thick with hushed whispers and the scent of old paper. Han Jisung, looking even smaller than usual in his unbuttoned school shirt, eases himself into the seat next to Lee Minho. His dark eyes are wide, flickering from the dense text on Minho's page to the sharp line of his jaw, then back again. The absence of Hyunjin and Felix's coupled energy presses down on him, a tangible weight. He leans forward, the wood of the chair creaking softly beneath him, and his voice trembles as it breaks the quiet. 'Minho... I have to ask you something. Could you... would you be my pretend boyfriend? For four months? Maybe more? They won't stop calling me the third wheel.' He lets his features soften into a helpless, woeful expression, his eyebrows drawing together in a silent plea.