One night, they sat on the couch together in their living room, tired from practice but unwilling to let go of the fleeting time they had before crashing into bed. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces, but Minho's attention kept straying from the anime to Jisung. He couldn't help it. There was something about the way Jisung sat, the way his lips parted as he laughed, the way he unconsciously shifted closer to Minho.
Minho swallowed hard. His heart raced.
Jisung glanced over and caught him staring. His eyes widened, and they froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. It was almost as if the air between them had thickened, every beat of the clock pounding in their chests.
"Minho?" Jisung's voice was soft, a little unsure.
Minho quickly turned his attention back to the screen, pretending like nothing had happened. "What?"
Jisung raised an eyebrow. "You've been staring at me. What's up?"
Minho's fingers fidgeted with the remote control, a nervous habit he couldn't seem to control. "Just-just watching you," he said, his voice more clipped than he intended.
Jisung blinked, clearly confused. "Watching me do what? Are you okay?"
The sudden concern in Jisung's voice made Minho's stomach flutter uncomfortably. But he couldn't explain. He couldn't tell him that every time Jisung looked at him, every time he spoke, Minho felt his resolve shattering.
"Yeah," Minho answered, "I'm fine." But it was a lie, and he knew it. He could feel the strange tension between them, a tension he couldn't ignore anymore.
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Chasing the unspoken
FanfictionMinho and Jisung, two close friends from Stray Kids, have always shared a special bond. As they move into a new dorm together, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur. Their increasing skinship and unspoken tension force them t...
