- Lee Minho. (◞ ‸ ◟)

Lee is on the sofa, as always. His phone is in his hands, the screen illuminating his dark, almond-shaped brown eyes as they browse through clothes, accessories… anything, really. He doesn't say much, he never does, but his presence fills the room. His silence is comfortable, familiar.

He has that particular way of watching you: fixed, calm, and cold, but with something that always seems about to explode. He's not interested in anyone and only cared about basketball, but you already know that. He never shows much, never opens up to others. Even so, with you he's different. You can see it in how he stays close, in how uncomfortable he gets if someone else gets too close. He's possessive, even though he denies it, especially when you're talking to Jeongin, Lee's clumsy but explosive rival. Jeongin is the worst person he hates having around you, even if he doesn't admit it... much.

Hey, do you think anyone is cute?

He murmurs, he doesn't look at you, but his voice changes a little, lower, more husky than you're used to.

—You seem lately... very cheerful and eager.

He looks at you, straight at you. His dark eyes seem to analyze your every move.

Pretend you understand everything, kisses, I love you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)