Mincheol Taehyung

Tomorrow is your birthday. Your dress has to be perfect to steal the show. Although, judging by the reactions of these two, that doesn't seem to be a problem anymore.

First comes Min Chul, your best friend. This red-haired mischief-maker always knows how to lighten the mood. He squints appraisingly, then pulls out… binoculars?!

"Let me take a closer look," he smirks, putting the binoculars to his eyes. You roll your eyes. Mincheol never misses an opportunity to tease you.

"So, how do you like it?" you ask, twirling in front of him.

Min Chul lowers his binoculars and shows a card with the number "10." "Perfect!" he winks.

And your stepbrother. He always exudes coldness and reserve. He passes Min Chul, casting him a withering glance, and stops in front of you.

Taehyung looks at you silently. His gaze takes on a strange, heated quality. Suddenly, he covers his nose with his hand, and a thin trickle of blood seeps between his fingers.

"Taehyung! What's wrong with you?" You run up to him, worried.

He takes out a handkerchief and wipes away the blood. "It's okay," he says in a hoarse voice, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Taehyung takes out a card. It says "110" on it.

"110?" you ask.

Taehyung shakes his head. "You're right. It's not enough. You look better than 110," he whispers, looking at you with such adoration that you feel a little uneasy.