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The realization hit me anew every time I was near Mingi—there was a lingering feeling I hadn't fully acknowledged for a very long time. No matter how much I tried to deny it, deep down, I knew with every fiber of my being. When I saw Mingi, his warm smile and the sound of his laughter drew me in irresistibly. The little things, the nuances of our friendship, made it difficult to keep my growing feelings at bay. We spent almost every day together, playing games and simply enjoying each other's company. It was enough for me to fall deeper into the hole of what was clearly a discreet crush—and perhaps even love.
Often, I found myself watching him discreetly, a soft smile playing on my lips whenever he talked about his passions like music and dancing. He was enthusiastic about everything, sometimes even our friendship, which he proudly showed off to everyone. Mingi was a bundle of joy around me, yet he maintained a masculinity in front of others that only made him more attractive.
"Yunho—" Mingi's voice suddenly broke through my reverie, and I snapped my head up, sipping my coffee quickly with a forced smile.
"Sorry, lost in my own thoughts," I whispered softly, feeling a slight flush rise to my cheeks as he chuckled and playfully ruffled my hair. We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom, a casual setting for our regular hangouts.
"You must be thinking about some serious stuff," he commented with a grin, his tone light. "I was talking to you about San messaging me. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Jongho—they're meeting up for a little party at San's. You want to come with me?" he asked casually, tilting his head to look at me.
The invitation caught me off guard. A party meant more people, more interactions, but also more opportunities to be near Mingi in a setting that wasn't as intimate as our current one. It could be a chance to see him in a different light, to interact with our friends and maybe ease some of the intensity I felt when it was just the two of us.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. "It'll be good to hang out with everyone."
"Great!" Mingi beamed, his enthusiasm evident. "It's always more fun when you're there. You know that, right?"
His words, meant to be comforting, only deepened the warmth I felt for him. I nodded, offering a smile that I hoped conveyed more confidence than I felt at the moment.
As Mingi continued chatting about plans for the party, I found myself nodding along, my mind simultaneously racing. This gathering would be a good distraction from my tangled feelings, a way to enjoy Mingi's presence without the pressure of my silent confessions. Yet, part of me wondered if perhaps it was time to start considering what it would mean to confront these feelings head-on.
For now, though, I focused on the immediate future—the party, the friends, the laughter. It would be a night to remember, with Mingi by my side, and I intended to make the most of it.
