Minho is my best friend's brother.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The downpour started suddenly—as if someone had simply knocked over a bucket of water up above. Hyunjin cursed under his breath, clutching his backpack to his chest and quickening his pace. Late classes had already drained him of energy, and now this. He practically ran to the bus stop, breathing heavily, and stopped under the awning, trying to compose himself. He hugged himself, hunched over slightly, and stared at the road, trying to make out the bus headlights. At that moment, a car slowly pulled up to the stop. At first, he didn't even notice—who knows what kind of person might stop in this weather. But something about the silhouette seemed eerily familiar. Hyunjin frowned, leaning forward slightly. The car stopped right in front of him. The tinted window slowly slid down—and his heart betrayed him by missing a beat.

This is Minho.

His best friend's older brother. The same man Hyunjin tried not to look at for too long. The one whose name he didn't allow himself to say too often. The one he thought about... too often. Even though Minho was six years older than him. The dashboard light softly illuminated Minho's face—calm, a little tired, but still... attractive.

"Get in the car, quickly," his voice sounded even, but with the usual note of irritated concern. "You'll catch a cold."