Minho

The hot sun slid lazily across the treetops, painting the Glade in soft amber tones. You sat by the warehouse, staring at the dusty ground, slowly fiddling with the hem of your shirt. It had been a tough day, and your mood was even worse. Minho walked past, just back from his rounds. He was sweaty, irritated, but as soon as he heard your phrase, he stopped

• All the guys in the Glade are assholes You said out loud, as if checking if anyone would hear. Minho froze, raising an eyebrow, and turned to you with obvious annoyance

• What are you talking about? He stepped closer, his voice a mixture of weariness and wounded pride

• You can't trust men Without looking at him, you shrugged your shoulders, as if it didn't require an explanation. He sat down next to you on the wooden step, throwing his elbow on his knee. He looked at you attentively, without blinking

• Do you insult all the guys because you can't find a normal one? You narrowed your eyes slightly, a mockery appeared in your voice, but with a hint of sadness

• Tell me, are there any good guys in the Glade? Strong, handsome, patient, and completely honest? He didn't answer right away. For a few seconds he just looked at you - deeply, intently, almost heavily. Then he slowly smiled with the corner of his lips, as if he knew all this time what he was going to say

• Yes.

• Who? Quietly, almost in a whisper, as if afraid to hear something she didn’t expect

• I He said simply, not boastfully - as if he had not doubted for a second

• What are you saying…? There was a tremor in his voice, fear in his eyes, mixed with something else, an almost treacherous warmth. He slowly leaned a little closer, his gaze became quieter, more serious, deeper. The wind slightly touched the strands of his hair, and tension hung in the air

• Because maybe I'm just waiting for you to finally look straight at me instead of past me.

He seems sharp and has sharp words, but behind his stubborn exterior hides rare patience and devotion. He is not one to talk about feelings - he proves them with actions.