[Mature Content]
The photographer adjusted his camera and called out,
Photographer: "We need to try a new pose. Mr. Ryu, please sit on the student chair. Mr. Han, please sit on his lap."
Minwoo hesitated for just a moment, then followed the instructions. Carefully, he sat on Jihan's lap. Jihan instinctively wrapped his hand around Minwoo's waist, his fingers brushing the warmth of Minwoo's soft body.
Minwoo rested his arms around Jihan's neck for balance.
Photographer: "Hold it—just like that. Perfect."
The camera flashes clicked again as the photographer captured each shot.
Photographer: "Great job, both of you. That's a wrap. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ryu and Mr. Han."
Minwoo offered a polite smile and a nod.
Minwoo: "Thank you."
He turned and headed toward the changing room, ready to change out of the uniform. But before he could step inside, Jihan stopped him.
Minwoo turned slightly, puzzled.
Minwoo: "What is it?"
Jihan took a step closer, his eyes cold but direct.
Jihan: "Don't change."
Minwoo blinked in confusion.
Minwoo: "Huh…?"
Without waiting for a reply, Jihan gently grabbed Minwoo's wrist.
Jihan: "Let's go."
Minwoo didn't resist. He understood those eyes—the same unreadable, piercing gaze that made people obey without question.
From a distance, Joon spotted them.
Joon (concerned): "Mr. Han—!"
But before he could reach them, Mr. Donghae stepped in, blocking his path with a calm smile.
Donghae: "Mr. Joon, Mr. Han has a lunch appointment with Mr. Ryu."
Joon's shoulders dropped slightly.
Joon: "Oh… I see."
Donghae smiled warmly.
Donghae: "If you'd like, we can have lunch together."
Joon looked at him for a second, then smiled back.
Joon: "That sounds like a great idea."
Donghae: "Perfect. Let's go."
As Donghae and Joon headed off for their lunch, Jihan and Minwoo disappeared through the exit together—Minwoo still in uniform, his wrist lightly held by the man no one could quite figure out.
Minwoo and Jihan sat silently in the backseat of the car, still dressed in their school uniforms from the photoshoot. Minwoo kept his gaze lowered, unable to summon the courage to ask any questions. His heart raced, his mind spinning with confusion, but he said nothing.
Beside him, Jihan remained composed—still holding Minwoo's hand, his grip calm and steady.
After a quiet drive, the car pulled up in front of a luxurious restaurant. Uniformed guards immediately stepped forward and opened the car doors. Jihan stepped out first, then gently helped Minwoo out, not once letting go of his hand.
Flashes from nearby cameras lit up the entrance. Some fans had spotted them.
Fan 1 (screaming): "It's Ryu Jihan and Han Minwoo!"
Fan 2: "They're holding hands! Look! They're still in uniform!"
Security rushed in, forming a barrier as they ushered the two stars through the entrance, shielding them from the growing crowd.
Inside, the noise faded. The staff guided them to a private elegant room, away from prying eyes.
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, fans quickly uploaded clips and photos online. Within minutes, the internet exploded.
> #MinJin
"Ryu Jihan holding Han Minwoo's hand??"
"OMG they look like a real couple!"
"Why are they wearing school uniforms? A secret drama or... something more?"
"Minwoo looks like an innocent baby next to Jihan's sharp visuals. I can't take this. My heart!!"
"They're perfect together."
The hashtag #MinJih went viral.
Inside the restaurant, Minwoo finally dared to look up at Jihan. Their hands still touched on the table. His voice came out soft.
Minwoo (quietly): "Why did you bring me here?"
Jihan (calmly): "For lunch."
Minwoo hesitated, glancing at their still-intertwined hands resting on the table. He finally gathered the courage to speak.
Minwoo (softly): "You… don't need to hold my hand like that. The media and the fans…"
Jihan's expression didn't waver. His calm, steady gaze remained fixed on Minwoo.
Jihan: "Why? Do you have a problem with it?"
Minwoo blinked, caught off guard by the directness of the question.
Minwoo: "I'm just… scared. Because of scandals."
Jihan leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving Minwoo's.
Jihan (quietly but firmly): "You don't need to be scared. I'm here. No one dares to talk bad about you."
Minwoo stared at him, stunned by the unexpected protectiveness in his words. Something stirred in his chest—surprise, confusion… and something warmer.
Before Minwoo could respond, a soft knock came at the door. The moment was broken.
Several waiters entered with practiced elegance, laying out dish after dish on the table. Aromas filled the air as the table was transformed into a fine dining display.
Jihan glanced at the food, then back at Minwoo—his calm presence still grounding the moment.
Minwoo and Jihan began eating quietly. Minwoo took a small bite of food, savoring the taste, when a tiny drop of sauce clung to the corner of his lip.
Jihan's gaze locked on him—unwavering, intense.
Minwoo noticed the stare and looked up, puzzled.
Minwoo: "Is… is there something on my face?"
He reached for a tissue and quickly dabbed at his lips, but before he could fully react, Jihan stood up from his seat.
Without a word, Jihan leaned in and pressed a kiss to Minwoo's lips—slowly, deliberately—his tongue gently brushing away the sauce.
Minwoo's eyes widened in shock, his body frozen from the sudden intimacy.
Before he could speak, Jihan pulled him up from his chair and kissed him again—deeper, more intense this time. His hands gripped Minwoo's waist tightly, not giving him a chance to pull away.
Minwoo's mind went blank.
He didn't move—not out of fear, but from sheer disbelief. His heart raced, pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. Jihan's hands roamed upward, then slowly slid downward.
Minwoo's breath hitched.
His face turned red. His heart skipped a beat.
Is he really… touching me there? he wondered.
Minwoo's breath turned rapid. Jihan leaned in and whispered near his ear, his voice low and teasing.
Jihan (whispering): "Why are you hard?"
Minwoo's face turned crimson, his body burning from the inside out. He couldn't find the strength to reply. His hands trembled helplessly, his heart pounding in his chest.
Jihan's gaze dropped. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and unzipped Minwoo's pants. Minwoo's body froze. His breath caught in his throat.
He couldn't move—not because he didn't want to, but because Jihan's grip held him firmly in place.
Minwoo stood frozen in place, his breath caught in his throat. Jihan slowly knelt in front of him, his eyes dark with something unreadable. With gentle fingers, he tugged down Minwoo's pants, his movements unhurried, deliberate. The cool air brushed against Minwoo's heated skin, making him shiver.
Jihan (softly): "Let me help you calm down."
Minwoo's heart pounded as Jihan leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin. His tongue slowly licked along Minwoo's length, the sensation sending sparks up Minwoo's spine. His mind screamed to resist, to pull away, but his body refused to listen.
When Jihan took him deeper into the heat of his mouth, Minwoo's legs trembled. He clutched Jihan's shoulders for support, his head tipping back as a gasp escaped his lips.
Minwoo (inwardly): It feels so good... I can't think...
His hands clenched helplessly at Jihan's shoulders as the warmth of his mouth surrounded him, steady and consuming. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in ragged waves, completely undone by Jihan's touch — and unable to stop the way his heart began to race for reasons beyond just pleasure.
After some time, Jihan stood up. Minwoo quickly pulled up his pants and zipped them. His face was flushed with embarrassment, and he avoided looking at Jihan. Jihan grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth and shirt. Minwoo finally glanced at him, hesitating before saying, "Your clothes… they're all messy."
Jihan's eyes remained calm as he replied, "It's okay. It tastes good."
Minwoo looked down and asked softly, "How could you...?"
Jihan didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed Minwoo, whispering, "It's good, isn't it?"