Lee Minho — 이민호 _Minsung . (Minsung)

Minho was straight, wasn't he? He was absolutely sure. Okay, fine... He had some doubts, but never gave it much thought, "It must just be the hormones of teenage, after all, I'm still going through puberty," he thought.

And teenagers living on hormones were what he saw most often, since he was still in high school, in his final year. Seriously, he doesn't even know how all those guys put up with girls chasing after them and rubbing against them at the constant parties they had.

Obviously, there was a small group of popular kids. There were some boys from the basketball team — which he was on — and some girls who liked to hang around those boys, and were even a bit sluts...

But there was one who stood out: Han Jihye. She was extremely beautiful, the captain of the cheerleading squad, and had the body of every girl's dreams... She was considered the perfect one. Well, she had a brother: Han Jisung. He was much more reserved, didn't have many friends, and was much more withdrawn than his sister. He was also more focused on his studies and openly bisexual. He really had no shame whatsoever in showing his sexual orientation.

For reasons that even Minho doesn't know how it happened, he started dating Jihye. Okay, she was cool, even if she's kind of dumb — the people she hangs out with are pretty dim-witted, so it's not surprising that she is too.

Minho and Jihye have been dating for a few months now, and even though she's been subtly pressuring them to have sex soon, Minho doesn't feel very comfortable with the idea of doing that and always makes convenient excuses to avoid it. And strangely... He thinks there's something attractive about her brother, Jisung. No, no... He just admires him for being able to express himself without any shyness... Yes, that's it.

After all, Minho was straight, right?

And Minho knows that Jihye and Jisung hate each other, even though they are siblings. Jihye hates the fact that her brother is bisexual and feels ashamed that he doesn't hide it. While Jisung hates her for acting spoiled and for having stolen practically every boy he's ever liked before. And they spend their time arguing, or simply ignoring each other.

Jisung is in a different class than them, so Minho doesn't see him very often.

Until one day, one of the teachers decided to assign a graded assignment to be done at home... in pairs. Obviously Jihye teamed up with Minho, and decided it would be at her house. Terrible idea...

Jihye's parents weren't home, which already made Lee apprehensive, but he went anyway. She wanted to do the work in her room, claiming it would be more comfortable, but when they got there, she didn't wait even 2 minutes before pushing Minho onto her bed and starting to unbutton her shirt.

"Come on, Lino... Work can wait. I think we can have some fun first, can't we?" She murmured provocatively and smiled, completely removing her shirt and exposing her bra.

Minho began to get nervous, his breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling. But it wasn't arousal; his dick didn't even show a sign of life inside his pants. It seemed more like distress, discomfort, since he wasn't interested at all.

Then, Jihye's cell phone rings, and Minho is relieved to see that it's her parents calling. She rolls her eyes and huffs loudly before picking up her cell phone and answering the call, chatting with them for a while before ending the call.

"What the hell... Look, my parents sent me to buy some things and I might be a little late... It doesn't matter. Make yourself at home while I'm gone, just watch out for that jerk Jisung, he's super annoying." Jihye was clearly annoyed, grabbing a random sweatshirt that was lying on her chair and putting it on before leaving.

Minho stayed in the room for a while, looking around, and then decided to walk around the house, or at least the second floor. Walking down the hallway, he found an open door and, curious, decided to see what it was.

Simply put, it was Jisung's room, nicely decorated and full of posters and... Jisung lay face down on his bed, distractedly scrolling through his phone, dressed in slightly too-tight shorts and a jacket.

"Hmm... Hi?" Minho says, a little nervous and swallowing hard.