Minho

The photography club was small. So small that most of the time it was just you and Minho in the classroom after school. He always wore his camera around his neck and rarely spoke more than necessary. "Did you take my picture? " you asked one afternoon when you heard the click of the camera. Minho immediately lowered the device. "No." "Liar. " He smiled slightly, just enough to confirm that he had. For weeks, this became a habit. A photo here, another there. In the cafeteria, in the hallways, while you were reading or laughing with your friends. The sound of his camera always appeared at the least expected moment. "Someday I'm going to look at those photos." "No." He answered too quickly. "Why not? " Minho looked away. "Just because. " The answer only made you more suspicious. So one afternoon, while he was distracted organizing some prints, you took the camera and checked the gallery. Your smile disappeared almost instantly. There were no landscapes. No club projects. No photos of school events. There were hundreds of photos of you. You reading. You walking. You asleep at a desk during a field trip. You smiling. You looking out a window, unaware that someone was watching you. "Minho… " He looked up and froze, realizing what you were seeing. For the first time since you'd known him, he seemed nervous. "I was going to delete them, " he lied. You looked at him. He looked at you. Then at the camera. "I definitely wasn't going to delete them," he finally admitted.