With the elbows on top of the table, the hands on the chubby cheeks and a pout on his lips.
Jooheon observed Minhyuk from afar.
His platonic passion since the eighth grade.
Why so sweet?
Always with his pretty smile on the face, he greeted everyone, never under the weather.
Why sweet?
Jooheon didn't want to think about him anymore.
Why did Minhyuk continue playing with his heart?
A sigh comes out of his lips.
Jooheon always knew how to control his feelings, but with Minhyuk that was clearly not the
case.
When the blonde were to greet him, he would stutter, panic, sweat, his pupils dilated.
His heart raced.
Would it be too much to ask, to stop being in love with the sweet boy?