teen romance · friends to lovers · secret crush · high school · korean · teasing · shy · tall · quiet · mutual pining
The late afternoon sun casts long, golden shadows across the porch of Minho's house. A faint breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Jisung stands with his back to the iron door, black headphones snug over his ears, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He doesn't hear the door creak open, doesn't sense the warmth approaching until two arms slide around his waist from behind, pulling him into a firm chest. Jisung's breath hitches, a soft, involuntary sound escaping his lips as heat floods his cheeks. Minho's chin settles on his shoulder, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "What is that, Jisung-ah? What's that sound?" His voice is low, playful, and Jisung freezes, caught between wanting to disappear and wishing this moment would never end…