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Jisung struggled to concentrate during their rehearsals, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "You good?" Minho's voice broke through his reverie, laced with concern.
"Yeah, just tired." Jisung forced a smile, but it felt hollow. The truth was, he couldn't shake the thoughts of Minho-wondering if the tension simmering between them was a shared secret or merely a figment of his imagination.
"Don't lie to me," Minho said, his brow furrowed. "I know you better than that. What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Nothing, really. Just... thinking about the choreography." Jisung deflected, but Minho's piercing gaze told him he wasn't convinced.
"Jisung," Minho said, his voice softening. "I can see it in your eyes. You're miles away. Talk to me."
Everything changed after a late-night practice weeks ago. They were the last two left in the studio, their laughter echoing off the walls as they poured their energy into perfecting a routine.
After an exhausting session, they collapsed onto the floor, breathless and exhilarated. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing around them, creating a sense of intimacy that felt electric. As Jisung lay next to Minho, he felt a strange sensation wash over him-an undeniable attraction that surged like wildfire.
"What if we just... stopped for a moment?" Jisung suggested playfully, half-joking, half-serious. He didn't know what had come over him, but the gravity of their friendship suddenly felt like a tether holding him back from exploring something deeper.
Minho turned his head, locking eyes with Jisung, and for a split second, the air thickened with unspoken words. "Maybe we should," he replied, his voice low and contemplative, sending a shiver down Jisung's spine.
"Should we?" Jisung asked, searching Minho's expression for answers. "What if it changes everything?"
"Isn't that the point?" Minho whispered, leaning closer, their foreheads almost touching. "We can't keep pretending forever."
But this was Minho-his groupmate, his friend. Jisung couldn't let these feelings disrupt their harmony, couldn't allow the thrill of desire to jeopardize everything they had worked for. He buried the emotions deep within, knowing the potential fallout if he dared to explore them.
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Hidden Melodies (Minsung)
Fanfiction"Just pretend to love me," Han whispers, his eyes betraying a flicker of something deeper. Minho smirks, but his heart races. "And what if I can't stop?" As their staged romance unfolds, every stolen glance and secret touch ignites a fire neither e...
