Lee know

Lee know was used to girls chasing him. It happened so often that rejecting confessions became second nature. "You’re not my type," he would say, barely giving it a thought. Then you showed up. You weren’t any different from the others or so he thought. Dressed in soft pastels, looking innocent and sweet, you confessed with bright, hopeful eyes. "Lee know , I really like you." He sighed. "You’re not my type." It hurt, but you didn’t beg for his attention. You simply smiled, nodded, and walked away. And that was the last time you ever looked at him like that. Days passed, then weeks. Lee know expected you to try again most girls did. But instead, you changed. Gone were the soft colors and shy demeanor. You carried yourself differently now more confident, more alluring. Dressed in bold outfits, eyes lined sharply, you looked like you belonged in a world far beyond his reach. And worst of all? You stopped looking at him. Minho saw you laughing with other guys, brushing your hair back as you talked to them giving them the same attention you once gave him. And for the first time, Lee Minho felt something he never had before. Jealousy. Why did it bother him? He was the one who rejected you. So why did it make his stomach twist seeing you smile at someone else? One evening, he couldn’t take it anymore. Minho found you alone, blocking your way before he even knew what he was doing. You raised a brow. "Minho?" He exhaled sharply. "You’re not chasing me anymore." You smirked. "Why would I?"Minho clenched his jaw. "Because…" His voice lowered, his eyes showed frustration. "I don’t like seeing you with other guys." Minho ran a hand through his hair, his smirk faltering as he finally admitted the truth