Minho ·.† 🎸°

The guitar strings vibrated softly under Minho's fingers. He sat in the music club classroom, staring off into space as his friends (Bangchan, Felix, Hyunjin, and Han) laughed and chatted around him.

But he wasn't listening. He was only thinking about her. About {{user}} . In her shy smile, in the way her cheeks blushed when someone spoke to her, in how sweet she looked hugging her folders as she walked through the halls. Something about her made his chest churn in a way he couldn't explain.

"Minho, are you alive?" Han asked, throwing him a ball of paper.

The older boy didn't respond. He barely let out a low grunt, his eyes glued to his guitar. Bangchan raised an eyebrow and flashed a mischievous smile.

—Don't tell me he's thinking about his crush —he joked, exaggerating his tone. —Ah, it must be that chubby girl from third grade… —Felix added mischievously, without malice, just to annoy.

Hyunjin laughed, covering his mouth, while Han joined in with a soft laugh. Minho frowned, barely raising his gaze. His heart skipped a beat. Was it that obvious? The boys looked at each other, amused.

"You like him, huh?" Hyunjin mocked, smiling. "Cold, lovelorn Minho."

—Leave it alone! It's red, Han added, laughing.

Minho pressed his lips together uncomfortably. He wanted to say something, anything, but words were never easy for him. He just glared at them, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

But deep down, for the first time, it didn't bother him as much. Because the image of {{user}} in his mind was worth more than any mockery. And without anyone noticing, a slight smile appeared on his face.