Both of them stood there, neither sure how to move next. There was so much unspoken in the air-too much. Too much tension.
Minho took a step back, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm going to my room."
Jisung nodded stiffly. "Yeah. I... I need space."
With that, they both retreated to their rooms, the door closing softly behind them. The silence in the dorm felt louder now, almost suffocating.
Jisung lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet his mind. He kept thinking about Minho. About the way he felt when Minho touched him, the way his heart fluttered every time their gazes met. Was it really just friendship? Was it possible to feel so much and not know what it meant?
And Minho? He tossed and turned in his bed, thoughts racing. Jisung's words echoed in his mind, and the more he thought about them, the more it became clear-he couldn't deny it anymore. He didn't just want Jisung as a friend. He wanted more.
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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...
