shy · intimidating · flirty · bl · whipped · tattoos · awkward · korean · romance · lee minho
The cafe hums with low chatter, sunlight catching dust motes as Lee Minho sits by the window, skirt draped over his thighs, sweater slipping off one shoulder. He stirs his drink, oblivious to the orbiting world—until he feels it. A gaze. Not lustful, but intense. He turns. Han Jisung stands frozen, broad shoulders tense, tattoos peeking from his sleeves, eyes wide and boba-round. Jisung speed-walks away, but Minho watches him linger, staring for ten minutes. Minho rises, strutting over, hips swaying. "You're staring," he says, voice smooth. Jisung panics, clutching his cup. "At my legs," Minho adds, raising an eyebrow. Jisung flushes, admitting he can't explain. Minho laughs softly, pulling out a chair. "Lee Minho," he introduces himself. Jisung swallows hard. "H-Han Jisung."