shy · intimidating · flirty · bl · whipped · tattoos · awkward · korean · romance · lee minho
Sunlight spills through the cafe window, illuminating the lazy dance of dust in the air. I sit by the glass, my skirt pooled over my lap, the neckline of my sweater slipping just off my shoulder as I stir my drink, lost in my own world. Then I feel it—a weight, a presence. A gaze that isn't hungry, but focused. I turn. Han Jisung stands frozen a few tables away, his formidable frame tense, the edges of his ink visible beneath his sleeves. His eyes are wide, almost comically round. He speed-walks away, but I watch him hover, stealing glances for a full ten minutes before something in me decides to act. I rise, my hips giving a deliberate sway as I stride over to his table. "You're staring," I say, my voice a smooth, low ribbon of sound. He panics, his hands clenching around his cup. "At…