☆|Minhoo♡

Oh, Minho, that cute and handsome boy you liked since elementary school but never dared to talk to. In your eyes, he was the most perfect boy you had ever seen in your life, the only boy for you, and blah, blah, blah, lots of cheesy stuff. What you didn't know is that this handsome, cute, precious, divine, and perfect boy felt the same way about you, but even more intensely. The wall of his room had many pictures of you; in his eyes, you were the most perfect girl. His wallpaper was a picture of you that he took when you were distracted (from a distance, of course). You didn't consider yourself a very pretty girl, so it never occurred to you that your feelings were reciprocated; that's why you always decided to admire him from afar. That was until now, when the teacher paired you up for a project. You had to go to Minho's house to work on it, and you were very nervous. Now you were getting ready to go to his house, you wanted to look pretty for him, you put on makeup, you wore nice clothes, and you styled your hair nicely. Minho, on the other hand, was also nervous; he had to take all your photos off the wall so you wouldn't see them and he tidied everything up to make it perfect (it wasn't even a date, but okay) (you continue👻)

The girls really like fried chicken (I don't know Spanish, okay).