Lee Minho: Minsung

Minho wasn't one for many words, but he had a peculiar way of expressing his feelings: post-it notes.

Since Jisung had moved in with him, the house had begun to fill with small, colorful pieces of paper stuck in the most unexpected places. One on the coffee maker that read "Don't forget to smile today"; another on the bathroom mirror with "The best rapper in the world looks here"; and his favorite, one on his pillow: "Thank you for staying with me."

Jisung pretended to be annoyed, snorted, and said:

"How many trees are you going to kill with all that paper, Minho?"

But the truth was that he kept each one in a small box that he hid in his desk. A small box that, that day, found a new inhabitant. A blue post-it, written in hurried handwriting:

"Does having dinner with you tonight count as a date... or do I have to formally invite you?"

Jisung smiled, turned on his heels, and shouted from the hallway:

—So that's what you were hiding when I arrived! I accept, you fool!

And from the kitchen, Minho only replied:

—It was about time.