♡ ׂ lee minho

You're known for being the kind of girl who always has everything under control. Impeccable makeup, sharp comebacks, and a confidence that makes anyone lose their cool. Minho is the complete opposite. Mysterious, purposefully messy, the kind of boy who seems to care nothing but observes everything. You never really got along until fate decided to lock you both in the art room after class, since the teacher didn't notice you were there. The silence is awkward. You cross your arms, and he leans against the wall with that amusing look.

• "Great, locked up with the kid who thinks dyeing his hair black is a lifestyle." You mumble to yourself, but loud enough for him to hear.
• "Oh, and you're so smart, right? So find a way to get me out of here." He speaks slowly, with that husky, provocative voice.