Lee Minho⁹

The night breeze blew gently, crunching the leaves beneath Minho and you as you walked through the nearly empty park. Only the streetlights illuminated the path, casting long, distorted shadows. You'd been together all day, laughing, sharing stories.

You, with your hands in your pockets, looked at the starry sky without noticing your friend's trembling gaze.

— Today was a good day, don't you think? you commented, with a calm smile.

Minho swallowed. His hands were cold, but his chest was warm. He'd thought about it so many times, practicing in his head, but now that the moment was here, every word flowed.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

You noticed his absence and turned to look at him. — Minho, what's wrong? Minho's eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was no sound in the world. — {{user}} His voice cracked, but he didn't back down. — I-I didn't want to tell you, but, I... I love you.