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Wait a Minute☆

Jisung's heart raced as the evening air wrapped around him like a second skin. His sneakers tapped lightly against the pavement as he rushed down the street, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. He wasn't even sure where he was going-his feet were just moving on instinct, dragging him closer and closer to the one person he shouldn't be thinking about right now.

Minho

Wait a minute, he thought to himself. What am I even doing?

This whole situation didn't make any sense. Jisung had spent the past few weeks convincing himself that his feelings for Minho were nothing. Just a passing crush, a tiny flicker of admiration that would burn out on its own. But every time he saw Minho-saw that easy smile, those sharp eyes, the way he moved with quiet confidence-Jisung felt that flicker grow into something more.

And now, here he was. Running towards Minho's place at the most inconvenient time.

The song that had been stuck in his head for hours only made everything worse. Jisung had heard it earlier that day when he was hanging out with Hyunjin and Seungmin. The upbeat tune had seemed innocent enough, but the lyrics-the lyrics had hit him harder than he expected.

Wait a minute, did I catch a feeling?

It was like the universe was taunting him, pushing him to confront what he had been trying so hard to ignore. And now, with the melody looping endlessly in his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about Minho. About the little moments they shared-the teasing, the lingering glances, the way Minho always seemed to find an excuse to stand a little too close.

Was it just him? Or had Minho been feeling the same thing this whole time?

Jisung's pace slowed as he approached Minho's apartment building, the adrenaline that had fueled his impromptu sprint beginning to wear off. He stood there, staring up at the familiar windows, the light in Minho's living room still on.

..? Jisung thought again, a wave of uncertainty crashing over him. He hadn't planned anything. He had no idea what he would even say if Minho opened the door. For all he knew, Minho would just laugh and tell him he was imagining things.

But Jisung couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them-something that had been building up for months, hidden beneath layers of banter and casual touches. And if he didn't do something about it now, he might never get another chance.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung moved towards the entrance and punched in the code to the front door. The hallway felt strangely quiet as he made his way to Minho's door, his heart pounding in his chest.

With one last shaky breath, he knocked.

The few seconds that passed felt like an eternity, the silence pressing in around him until finally, the door creaked open.

Minho stood there, dressed in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, his hair tousled like he'd just woken up from a nap. His eyes blinked in confusion when he saw Jisung standing there, out of breath and clearly frazzled.