It had been a few days since Min-ho's confession, and Ju-woon still couldn't shake the weight of it. Everything felt different now—like the world had shifted, and he was the only one who hadn't caught up yet.
He didn't understand why, but Min-ho's words kept echoing in his mind. Every damn day. And the most frustrating part? It wasn't just the words— it was Min-ho himself. His scent, his smirk, the way his laughter seemed to linger in the air even after he was gone.
It was like Min-ho had become the highlight of his life, and Ju-woon didn't even know when that had started.
When he told Min-ho he didn't know how he felt, he'd meant it. He wasn't lying. He never questioned their relationship before the confession, but now, his own emotions were a tangled mess. And as much as he tried to push it aside, he couldn't ignore the way things had changed between them.
Ju-woon had expected awkwardness, silence, maybe even distance. That would've made sense. But instead, there was this… tension. It wasn't bad, just different.
Every time they brushed hands, there would be like a weird spark. Every time Min-ho looked at him, he felt like the world had stopped—the way Min-ho carried himself, the way his usual arrogance was softened by something else now.
Ju-woon always thought of Min-ho as reckless, irritating, and unpredictable. But now, all of a sudden, he was noticing other things—how Min-ho cared, how he always seemed to carry this relentless positivity even when things were falling apart. How, despite all his teasing and sarcasm, he never once turned his back on Ju-woon.
And Ju-woon didn't know what to do with that.
But Ju-woon wasnt the only one thinking about the other
At that exact moment, Min-ho was lying on his couch, a book resting against his chest, untouched. He had no intention of reading it—why would he? His mind was a mess, looping back to the same person over and over again.
Ju-woon.
Min-ho didn't know why it took him so long to realize his feelings. The signs had always been there, glaringly obvious in hindsight. But now that he had acknowledged them, he felt like he was drowning in them.
And the worst part? Ju-woon wasn't just some minor crush.
He was everything.
His whole damn world revolved around Ju-woon, and Min-ho wasn't even mad about it.
He found himself constantly waiting—waiting for the next time he'd see him, for the next excuse he could come up with just to be near him. He wanted to know more about him.
As Min-ho lay there, thoughts tangled in everything that was Ju-woon, he didn't even realize when he fell asleep.
Tomorrow was another day—another day at college, another day to see Ju-woon.
Now, all he needed was another excuse.
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