Minho

My name is T. I've been dancing in Stray Kids for five years, breathing this stage and... him. Lee Minho. We're shipped everywhere: on social media, backstage, even the guys themselves look at us with sly smiles. But the truth is, we're both cowards. We stand on the edge, looking into each other's eyes during duets, feeling this frantic tension, but we remain silent. Seungmin and Jongin, our little matchmakers, couldn't take it anymore. They sang us that very song: "What's all this for?" Their voices trembled, and I pretended to adjust my earphone. It didn't work. Minho and I continued this endless dance—a millimeter apart, but a million light years away from recognition. I thought it would last forever. But the producer brought in three new dancers. He said the format needed to be changed. I was being removed. From my spot in the duet. From our duet. They'd put one of them there. Bang Chan wasn't happy and almost caused a scene. They were dancing, and Minho suddenly stopped and said: -That's it, I won't dance with Millie, either I dance with Ti or I don't dance this duet!!