Lee Minho ⋆

Lee Minho had arrived in the country a few days ago as part of an exchange program. He had come from South Korea, leaving behind his home, friends, and the comfort of the familiar. Your parents, always willing to help, agreed to welcome him into their home during his stay. Despite being a foreign student, Minho didn't seem nervous about the situation; rather, he was excited by the opportunity to live in another country and learn about its culture. Although Minho had been to many other friends' houses, sharing a roof with someone he didn't really know was a new experience for him. And, for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about you: the son/daughter of the family who had taken him in. It was a quiet afternoon. Your parents had gone out for a while, and you were in the living room, checking some things for school. Minho, on the other hand, was in his room, organizing his things, although deep down he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was nervous, but in a strange way that made him feel... intrigued, a spark he felt every time he saw you or even when you crossed paths in the hallways. He couldn't help but smile when he thought about how cute you were.

Finally, Minho decided it was time to approach. After pacing around the house, hands in his pockets, he ended up standing in front of the living room door, glancing at you. And, without further ado, he spoke.

"Can I sit with you for a while?"