in which a teenage boy han jisung writes books about his idol, lee minho, meanwhile the mentioned idol is a huge fan of the fanfic writer, han jisung.
03/10/23- 23/06/24
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Minho stood on Jisung's doorstep, the sun casting long shadows across the pavement. He glanced at his watch; it was precisely 2:00 PM. He was early, as usual.
The anticipation of seeing Jisung again made his heart flutter with nervous excitement. They had planned to meet at 2:45 PM, but Minho couldn't resist arriving a bit ahead of schedule.
The door swung open, revealing Jisung standing there in his oversized clothes, his pink hair tousled and unkempt. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment upon realizing it was Minho at the door.
Minho couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Jisung, even in his disheveled state. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight before him.
"Minho," Jisung stammered, his cheeks growing even redder. „You.. You are really.."
"I-I didn't know you also rode a motorcycle."
Minho grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, surprise," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "I like to keep some things mysterious."
Jisung's heart raced at the thought of Minho on a motorcycle, finding it incredibly attractive, but he didn't want to make it too obvious. "R-right," he mumbled, his gaze flickering nervously to the ground.
Minho chuckled softly, enjoying Jisung's shy demeanor. "Don't worry," he said, stepping closer to Jisung. "I promise I won't let you fall off."
Jisung's cheeks flushed even darker as Minho's flirtatious words sent a shiver down his spine. He glanced up at Minho, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, he couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in his stomach whenever Minho was near.
"Um, why don't you come in for a while?" Jisung suggested suddenly, feeling the need to compose himself before they set off. "I need to get ready, and my parents are in the garden, so we need to hurry before they see you."
Minho nodded eagerly, following Jisung inside. As they made their way to Jisung's room, Jisung couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. He turned to Minho, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Um, just a heads up," Jisung said hesitantly. "Don't feel weird, but I...uh...have a few posters of you hanging up in my room."
Minho's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "Really? I'm flattered!" he exclaimed, his heart swelling with warmth. "I'll try not to let my ego get too big."
Jisung rolled his eyes playfully, feeling a rush of relief at Minho's easygoing response. As they entered Jisung's room, Minho couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the boy standing beside him. He was grateful for the unexpected twists and turns that had brought them together once more.
Minho followed Jisung into his room, a grin still plastered on his face from Jisung's confession about the posters. He took a seat on Jisung's king-sized bed as Jisung disappeared into the bathroom to change.
