Author's pov...
"Minho, will you give me some space now? I wanna read this book here," Jisung said, trying to sound casual as he picked up a book from his bedside table.
He could feel the weird, giddy sensation still lingering in his chest from the brief exchange earlier. His heart was beating a little faster than usual.
Minho, however, didn't seem to take the hint. "I can give you something else too," he said, his voice dropping a little, eyes lowering down on his own pants.
Jisung followed Minho's gaze instinctively, and his eyes widened when he realized what Minho was really looking at.
A deep flush spread across his face. His breath hitched, the moment suddenly feeling a lot more charged than before. "Ah-minho," he stammered, trying to keep his composure.
"Dude-"Minho smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having. "Chill, damn. You're way too easy to tease," he said, walking away toward the door, laughing under his breath.
Jisung, his face now bright red, immediately grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at Minho's retreating form. "Shut up!" he yelled, though there was a mixture of embarrassment and amusement in his voice.
Minho ducked the pillow with a smirk, then turned back to Jisung as he reached for the doorknob. "Bye, honey. See you tomorrow," he teased, winking before closing the door behind him.
Jisung sat there for a moment, still flushed and flustered, his heart still racing. The quiet after Minho left felt almost too still, and for a long second, he couldn't decide whether to laugh or to bury his face in the pillow he'd just thrown.
What just happened?
And with that thought, the chapter ended, leaving Jisung to wonder what, exactly, was going on between them.
