Sheisd3lulu
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Minho was everything Jisung wasn't. Cold. Guarded. Messed up in ways no one could see. He ran from feelings, from vulnerability, from anything that made his chest tighten. He was confusing.
Jisung... Jisung was open, soft, shy - everything Minho avoided. And yet, somehow, they kept finding each other.
Minho stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. His fingers lifted Jisung's chin just lightly enough to force his eyes up.
"Eyes on me, Sungie," Minho murmured, his voice low and teasing, yet edged with something dangerous.