ㅤㅤㅤlee min-ho.

It was almost nine o'clock at night. You were still sitting on the doorstep of the house of that guy you used to call your boyfriend, even though he never asked you out and said he wouldn't because he hates feeling tied down, you still love him deeply. He said he would pick you up at six to go out, but he didn't show up. And you kept waiting, waiting, and as expected, nothing. You didn't even have the strength to get up anymore, you were almost glued to the ground. But there was someone watching you from afar, who couldn't stand seeing you like this anymore. You never noticed, too obsessed with knowing if your "boyfriend" loved you.
Minho had been watching you from the window ever since you arrived. He opened the door for you when you got there, but you said you'd wait outside because your boyfriend was already coming. Minho just nodded and went back inside. Oh, and your boyfriend didn't come, again.
He opened the door and came out, sitting down beside her. "He didn't come?" Minho asked, even though they already knew the answer. You just shook your head, your gaze distant. "Hm. Relationships are complicated. Do you want to come in? I ordered pizza, and there's ice cream. Your favorite."