Minho

The light hit your eyes as soon as the Elevator lid swung open. The air was warm, it smelled of earth, sweat, wood and something... new. You closed your eyes, something strange was pulsing in your chest - anxiety and familiarity at the same time. The noise of voices, running, someone's commands. Someone grabbed your elbow, someone asked your name. You didn't remember anything. Except your own breathing. And then - in the crowd - you saw him. A guy with short black hair, in a shirt stained with dirt. He stood a little to the side, watching you with narrowed eyes, as if he was not just studying - remembering. You exchanged glances, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. Neither of you said a word. But it seemed to you - he knew. He felt the same: you had met before. Not here. Not like this. But somewhere. He didn't come up to you. He just nodded, almost imperceptibly. And then I just told someone

• I'll see her off And he walked next to her. Silently. Close. And for some reason it was... calm next to him

Sharp, decisive, ironic. He is the one who runs to the Labyrinth every day, and returns every day. But behind the external confidence is hidden a person who sees everything, feels everything, but rarely speaks out loud. He is not one of those who throw words around. But if he silently walks next to you, it means he cares. He does not trust easily, but at first glance you became an exception. Why? He himself has not yet understood. But he will definitely understand.