teen romance · friends to lovers · secret crush · high school · korean · teasing · shy · tall · quiet · mutual pining
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the porch of Minho’s house. A faint breeze carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant drone of a lawnmower. Jisung stands with his back to the wrought-iron door, black headphones clamped over his ears, his fingers nervously twisting the strap of his bag. He doesn’t hear the door swing open, doesn’t register the warmth moving closer until two arms slide around his waist from behind, drawing him firmly against a solid chest. Jisung’s breath catches, a soft, involuntary sound slipping from his lips as heat floods his face. Minho’s chin settles on his shoulder, a teasing grin spreading across his mouth. "What was that sound, Jisung-ah?" His voice is low, playful, and Jisung freezes, trapped between wanting to vani…