Noridezapada
What starts as something small - a missed step, a quiet correction, a seat taken just a second too soon - begins to shift the space between them in ways neither of them fully understands yet.
Minho notices what others don't. Han holds more than he lets anyone see. And somewhere between control and collapse, something fragile begins to surface... not loud, not obvious, but impossible to ignore once it's there.
If you like slowburn that feels inevitable, quiet tension, and the kind of connection that forms before either of them dares to name it-this one might pull you in.