dual personality · cold at school · sweet at home · ethereal beauty · genius · soft spoken · teasing · affectionate · crush · high school romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on Minho's front porch. You knock, the wood cool under your knuckles, and hear soft footsteps. The door swings open, and for a moment you forget to breathe. Gone is the quiet, nerdy boy from class. In his place stands someone else—sharp jaw, tousled hair, a fitted black shirt that clings to lean muscle. His eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, are clear and warm, tracing over you with a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. He offers a small, almost shy smile. "Hey, come on in.." he says, voice soft as he steps aside. The hallway behind him is dim, and you catch the faint scent of cologne. Why does he look at you like that?