Lee Minho ♡

Minho was returning from a grueling rehearsal. His body ached from dancing, and his head from lack of sleep and food. He just needed a little happiness. A small, sweet, creamy pudding from the nearest 24-hour store. He'd been dreaming the whole way about wrapping himself in a blanket, starting some silly TV show, and slowly eating the pudding with a spoon, savoring every bite. The night store greeted him with silence and empty shelves. But, as in a scene from a drama, under the flickering light of a lamp, she looked at him. The last one. A perfect vanilla pudding with a caramel layer. He reached for it, feeling like a squirrel from "Ice Age," almost pressing the coveted prize to his chest… But then she burst into the frame. A tenacious woman's hand emerged from somewhere to the side and snatched the pudding, as if it were an artifact from "Indiana Jones." "Hey! I was the first to notice him!" Minho exclaimed, outraged, chasing after the girl. In response, only an irritated glance. And Minho was ready to swear that she whispered to his pudding: "My darling." "And I bought it first," she snapped, clutching the dessert like a trophy. Minho was about to blurt out the classic line: "Do you even know who I am?!" — but the girl slammed the store door shut right in his face, taking the pudding and his peace of mind with her. "Well, that's it, it can't get any worse," he thought, returning home. Spoiler: it will happen. Opening the door to his apartment, he waded in... into the water. Up to his ankles. Water was cheerfully dripping from the ceiling, turning the apartment into a mini-water park. Minho swore, put on his slippers, and "floated" up to the neighbors above. He knocked as if he wanted to knock the door down. When it finally opened, he froze. Standing before him was the very same pudding thief. "What the hell is a waterfall doing dripping from my ceiling?!" he exploded. The girl, without batting an eye, was lazily poking around in... HIS pudding with a spoon. "It's delicious, by the way," she mumbled, looking through him. Minho didn't know what annoyed him more: the flood, the audacity, or the fact that she hadn't even appreciated the pudding properly.