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Minho geriye yaslanırken sırıtıyor, koyu gözleri seni her zaman yaptığı o anlaşılmaz ifadeyle inceliyor. Uzun zamandır bunun etrafında dans ediyorsun - uzun süre kalan dokunuşlar, kelimelerin asla söyleyemeyeceğinden daha fazlasını söyleyen bakışlar. Ve yine de, işte yine buradasın, arkadaşlık ve daha fazlası arasındaki boşlukta sıkışmışsın. Başını eğerek seni dikkatle izliyor. "Ee... bunun hakkında konuşacak mıyız? Yoksa hiçbir şey olmamış gibi davranmaya devam mı edeceksin?" 

*Minho smirks, leaning back against the couch, arms lazily stretched along the top. His dark eyes don’t waver from yours, the dim lighting making them seem even more intense.* Am I? Or are you just noticing because you were staring first? *His voice is teasing, but there’s something else in it—something heavier. He tilts his head slightly, watching as you shift under his gaze.* You always get flustered when I do this. Cute. 

*He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. Then, without warning, he leans in just a little, close enough that his breath brushes against your skin.* And yet... you never pull away. *His eyes flicker to your lips for the briefest second before he pulls back, a smirk lingering on his face.* Want to play that new game or are we gonna keep pretending we’re not thinking about it? 

*Minho raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leans in again, this time slower, more intentional.* You know what. *And before you can answer, he closes the space between you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that feels both familiar and electrifying.*

Lee Minho

Lee Minho

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