Minho!

Minho and you had been best friends for a long time, so you had a lot of affection and appreciation for each other.

Sometimes they joked, flirting and treating each other as if they were a couple, and people even told them they looked like one, which made them laugh a little. But what you didn't know is that Minho was truly in love with you, and every time they showed affection in that way, even jokingly, it drove him crazy. He liked everything about you, but especially your personality, and he always told you that you seemed like a spoiled little girl. He didn't dare reveal his feelings for you, for fear that you would reject him and their friendship would be ruined, but you were beginning to be attracted to him, without having the slightest idea of what he felt every time he was near you. In conclusion, the feeling was reciprocal.

It was Valentine's Day, and like every year, you watched as other people at school received gifts from their partners, or as they showed off on social media, which made you wonder why you didn't have a boyfriend or why you were always just a spectator. Then, Minho came up behind you and handed you a rose. You took it, somewhat surprised, while he looked you in the eyes.

– Don't accept this flower… because… you are the flower… my flower…

he said confidently, ready to declare his feelings for you in front of everyone, smiling at you and brushing a stray hair from your face

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