nurse's office | minsung ✓

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Jisung found himself spending more time in Minho's office, more than he should have, really. Each visit felt easier, more natural, as if it was the most comfortable place in the school. But today, something felt different. As Minho sat across from him, working on paperwork for the school, Jisung couldn't help but let his eyes linger a little too long.

Minho was leaning over the desk, glasses perched on his nose, the soft light from the window casting a glow over his skin. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, and Jisung caught himself staring at the way Minho's lips moved ever so slightly as he read something to himself.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. What was going on with him lately? He had never felt this way before—not about anyone, and certainly not about Minho. It was confusing, and a little scary, to say the least.

"Jisung? You okay?"

Minho's voice snapped him back to reality, and Jisung blinked rapidly, realizing he'd been caught spacing out. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Just, uh, thinking," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks flush.

Minho gave him a curious look but didn't press further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of skin, and Jisung quickly looked away, his heart skipping a beat.

What the hell was wrong with him?

As the days passed, Jisung couldn't stop the subtle changes in how he saw Minho. There were so many things he admired about him—the way he was always so composed, so intelligent, so effortlessly kind. How he never judged Jisung, even when he was at his worst. How he could make him feel seen without saying much at all.

It was in the little things. Like how Minho's voice would drop slightly when he spoke about something serious, or how his eyes would light up with warmth when he laughed—something Jisung realized he wanted to see more of. He wanted to be the reason Minho smiled.

And then there was the closeness. The proximity that made Jisung's heart race in ways he didn't understand. He had never been the type to get flustered by someone just standing a little too close. But whenever Minho would lean in to show him something on his phone or brush past him in the office, Jisung's breath hitched, and his chest tightened.

One day, it all came to a head.

They were sitting in the small nurse's office, the usual calm surrounding them. Minho had finished organizing some files and, as always, sat across from Jisung. The conversation was light, filled with comfortable banter that had come to define their friendship. Minho was explaining something about how he was looking into university programs again—Jisung had been relentless about it—but Jisung wasn't really listening.

He was too busy staring.

The way Minho's hands moved as he gestured, how his voice dipped into a soft, soothing tone, and how, when he smiled, his eyes crinkled in that adorable way they always did.

Jisung's heart was pounding in his chest, loud enough that he worried Minho might hear it. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on what Minho was saying, but the words were just a blur. All he could think about was how close Minho was. Too close. Not close enough.

And then Minho laughed—one of those rare, genuine laughs that Jisung loved hearing, and it sent a warmth through his chest. Without thinking, Jisung laughed too, his voice softer than usual, almost shy.

That's when it hit him.

He wasn't just admiring Minho. He wasn't just flustered because of the closeness. His breath wasn't hitching because of some random awkwardness. It was something else entirely.

He was in love.

The realization slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave, leaving him stunned, his smile faltering as he stared at Minho. His heart raced, pounding in his chest, as if his body was trying to catch up with his thoughts.

Love? Him? With Minho? How had he not seen it before?

Minho noticed the sudden shift in Jisung's expression, his laughter fading into concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle, but now laced with worry.

Jisung blinked, realizing he had been silent for far too long. "Yeah, sorry," he said quickly, forcing a smile. "Just, um, thinking about something."

Minho raised an eyebrow but didn't push. Instead, he gave Jisung one of those soft, understanding smiles—the ones that always made Jisung's heart flutter—and turned back to the conversation.

But Jisung was barely listening anymore.

His mind was racing, filled with thoughts he wasn't sure he was ready to deal with. He couldn't stop staring at Minho, couldn't stop thinking about him—how much he cared, how much he admired him, and how, more than anything, he wanted to be close to him. Closer than friends.

But what if Minho didn't feel the same way? What if this ruined everything?

Jisung's chest tightened with anxiety, but beneath that was a strange, undeniable excitement—a thrill he had never felt before.

He was in love. With Minho.

And now that he knew, he couldn't unsee it.

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