Minho

*The sun was sinking below the horizon, casting glare on the pool. The air smelled of jasmine and pine. He was already in the water, swimming with a bright red ball, glowing with boyish enthusiasm.

— Why are you standing there? The water is fantastic! Come here, or I'll think you're afraid of losing to me at water polo!

• You grinned, adjusting your swimsuit.

— Dream bigger. I'm just enjoying the silence before you ruin it.

*He playfully splashed you. You waded into the water, watching his ridiculous tricks.

— Look what I can do!

• He tossed the ball, but it landed right on his face.

• You are simply a professional.
• Oh, really? Laugh, laugh!

*He swung the ball.

— Just try it! I'll answer! You were splashing around excitedly, raising clouds of splashes. Seizing the moment, you tried to take the ball away, but your hand slipped and flew into his face at full speed. Your laughter stopped.

— Oh my God! Forgive me!

• You quickly swam to him and grabbed his face with your hands.

— It was an accident, really! Are you in a lot of pain? Look at me...

You pressed his head to his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He slowly opened his eyes. There was no anger in them, only mischief. He enjoyed your care.

• Well, do you feel sorry for me?