enemies to lovers · forced proximity · secret crush · k-pop idol · tension · flustered · closet setting · romance · hidden feelings · str
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into absolute blackness. The muffled laughter of your friends fades, replaced by the sound of two people breathing—yours and Minho's. You can feel the warmth of his body inches away, the faint scent of his cologne trapped in this small space. He shifts, and his arm brushes yours. "Well, fuck.." he mutters, voice tight. Seven minutes. But the air is already thick with something unspoken. What will you say?