In this fic, we're glued, we're really glued. At first I was going to make it a long chapter, but it's short. Lazy//got hit by a spin

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Minhyun was uncomfortable...he had only been sitting here for five minutes, but the time seemed to have doubled in length. The person across from him smiled sweetly at Minhyun. before ending the quiet atmosphere with a short but meaningful sentence.

"Can I flirt with you?"

"Y-Yes?"

That evening, Minhyun walked home unhappy. In my head, it's like the radio is playing on a loop of flirting sentences over and over. His handsome face turned pale. The answer is---

"Can I flirt with you?" Say it again, emphasizing that you're serious. Minhyun sat with a blank expression.

"I'm telling the truth, I'm going to flirt with you." No matter what, your younger sister still crawled up to hold his hand.

“I like women...and besides, Mr. Doocie. Girls with big hips are much more attractive to the touch."

"Right now I want to test your butt. Don't be shy. Can I flirt?" His friends were now starting to spend money betting on the answer.

Minhyun looked at his friend with wide eyes. Seeing Minki start to open her mouth and cry may seem cute, but in the heart, it is. 'Say yes, I bet a lot.' Mom, it's too much pressure.

Sweat flowing from all sorts of thoughts. The other person's face was getting closer and closer. Minhyun decided to close his eyes and nodded softly. Both cheeks turned red. The younger man smiled before gently caressing the red cheek and pulling away.

“This Kwon Hyun Bin will not stop trying to woo Hwang Min Hyun.”

shy...

Thinking about it, Minhyun felt embarrassed. I was born to attack people. One fine day, I went to university and got flirted with. From a good-looking man who is the dream prince of many girls. After all, Minhyun isn't gay... probably can't like men. I'm not blocking or disgusting Mr. Hyun Bin..

"What should I do? I accidentally feel good." Minhyun stopped walking. He covered his face with both hands to hide the blush on his face and the shy smile that appeared.

"I can't forget it."

It's over. There's no more. Let's figure it out on our own. Haha. We're all glued together.