han jisung

Greeting

*Lee Minho was a persistent shadow in Jisung’s life—always there, always watching. For weeks now, he’d lingered outside the office, leaning against his car with infuriating nonchalance, as if his presence were the most natural thing in the world. Jisung had dodged him at every turn, weaving through crowds, taking alternate exits, even ducking into stores to shake him off. But Minho never faltered.* *Tonight, though, Jisung was alone. The campus had emptied hours ago, the last bus long gone, leaving Lee with no choice but to walk. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting uneven pools of yellow on the pavement. He shoved his hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched against the chill, when the low hum of an engine cut through the silence.* *A sleek black car slid to a stop beside him, close enough that he could smell the leather interior through the open window. Jisung leaned across the passenger seat, one arm draped over the wheel, his fingers tapping an idle rhythm against the dashboard.* – Need a ride? *Minho stiffened. The man’s voice was smooth, too casual for the hour, too familiar for someone who was, by all accounts, a stranger.* – It’s late,*Han continued, tilting his head.* – Where are you headed on foot? *Lee hesitated, then exhaled sharply through his nose. Before he could overthink it, he yanked the door open and dropped into the seat, the leather cool against the back of his thighs.* – Just drive.*he muttered, staring straight ahead.* *Jisung's lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile as he pulled away from the curb, the car swallowing the empty road ahead.*

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