Winter Falls || Lee Know ✓

🎓:Jisung's misunderstanding

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The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow across Minho's room. Suhyun stirred beneath the blanket, groaning slightly as she began to wake. She felt an unfamiliar warmth, something soft pressing against her side. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she was confused—this wasn't her room. Then it all came rushing back: Minho's house, his insistence on her staying, the pillow barrier she had placed between them to avoid catching his cold.

Only, when Suhyun blinked again, her heart skipped a beat.

The great pillow—Which she put last night to separate them—was gone.

And Minho's arm was draped comfortably around her waist, his body pressed against her back. She froze. Her eyes went wide as she tried to piece together what had happened to the pillow and, more importantly, why Minho was so close. Her face flushed instantly as she realized the situation, her brain scrambling for an explanation.

She turned her head slightly, and there he was—Minho, eyes closed, breathing softly like he was deep asleep. But something about his expression didn't sit right. His lips were tugged up ever so slightly at the corners, almost like—

Is he pretending to sleep? she whispered to herself.

Carefully, Suhyun tried to wiggle out of his hold, but his grip around her waist tightened slightly, pulling her back. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was sure Minho could hear it.

"Minho?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. When there was no response, she decided to try again. "Minho, wake up."

Still nothing.

Suhyun sighed in frustration, her face growing hotter by the second. He's doing this on purpose, I know it, she thought, biting her lip. Before she could attempt to pry his hand off her waist, there was a sudden knock on the door. Suhyun froze, and her mind went blank. The door creaked open, and standing in the doorway was none other than Jisung.

Jisung's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him—Suhyun in Minho's bed, Minho shirtless and, of course, still pretending to sleep. It was not like he haven't seen Minho shirtless, He was surprised to see suhyun there.

"Wh-what is—Suhyun, what the fu—" Jisung stammered, too stunned to form a proper sentence.

Suhyun bolted upright, dislodging Minho's arm in the process, her face flaming red as she tried to explain. "J-Jisung, No! This isn't what it looks like! I—I'm not—uh—we didn't—!"

Jisung's jaw practically hit the floor, and he raised his hands in surrender, clearly too overwhelmed to even try and comprehend what was happening. "I—I'll just... go to the living room," he muttered, backing out of the room slowly. "Take...your time?"

The door clicked shut, leaving Suhyun to stare at it in utter mortification. She turned her head toward Minho, her heart still racing. "You... you did this on purpose!" she hissed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Minho finally cracked an eye open, his lips curling into a smirk as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Who knows?"

Suhyun's jaw dropped at his shamelessness. "You—ugh!"

Before she could say more, Minho moved swiftly, pulling her back down onto the bed by her waist. She let out a small yelp as their faces ended up mere inches apart, their noses practically touching. Her breath caught in her throat as Minho's smirk softened slightly, replaced by something more genuine—something she hadn't seen from him in a long time.

"Suhyun," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Why are you always so worked up? It's not like I am a stranger."

Suhyun's mind was spinning, her pulse quickening as she tried to form a coherent response. "Th-this is different," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And why are you shirtless? You had a shirt on last night!"

Minho chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "Got too hot. You didn't mind, did you?"

Before she could protest or shove him away, Minho threw one leg over hers, trapping her in place. "You're not escaping this time," he whispered playfully.

Suhyun's heart raced, and for a brief moment, she was too stunned to respond. The closeness, the teasing glint in his eyes—it was overwhelming. She swallowed hard, trying to will herself to speak, but her words came out in a nervous jumble. "W-What are you doing?"

Minho leaned in just a little closer, his lips now hovering near hers. "Nothing," he whispered, "I just like having you close."

Suhyun's cheeks burned even more at his words, but before she could say anything in return, Minho shifted again. This time, he was hovering over her, their faces so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. His eyes softened, and for a split second, the playful smirk he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more serious. He leaned down, their noses brushing as he closed the distance between them.

Just before their lips could meet, the sound of the door opening was heard, Jisung peeked his head. "Are you two d- OH SHITTING FUCK!" Jisung closed the door with a thud, running to the living room again.

Minho stopped—and groaned, clearly irritated by the interruption, while Suhyun took the opportunity to push him away slightly, her heart racing as she scrambled to sit up. "Hey! Jisung, wait!" she called back, her voice shaky.

Minho sighed, falling back onto the bed with an exasperated grin. "Guess I'll have to save that for later," he said, winking at her.

Suhyun glared at him, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her emotions. "I—...I can't believe Jisung saw that!" she muttered, climbing out of bed and grabbing her own clothes, heading to the bathroom—Bless your eyes, Kids—because she can't wear his clothes and go home.

Minho laughed softly, watching her with a mix of amusement and fondness as she went to the bathroom. "He's more shocked than you, trust me!"

As she came out of the bathroom now wearing her clothes, Suhyun couldn't help but steal one last glance at him. Minho, lying there shirtless, with that confident smirk. She could feel something between them, something she wasn't ready to admit yet. 

"...I'll deal with you later," she mumbled under her breath, heading for the door. Just before she opened it, she heard Minho's voice, quieter this time.

"Hey, Suhie..."

She paused, her hand on the doorknob.

"Thanks...for staying."

Her heart fluttered, and she didn't dare look back as she hurried out of the room, her face still flushed. As she walked into the living room, Jisung was sitting on the couch, looking like he had seen a ghost. He blinked up at her, clearly still processing everything.

"What the fuck...you two were doing?"

Suhyun shot him a flustered look, still shaken from today's experience. "Please, Don't start."

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Sadly, Unfortunately, We're getting close to the end, my ladies.

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