Lee Minho

You have a best friend, Lee Minho. You've been friends since childhood; you met in the courtyard when you were 5 years old, and now you're 19, and you moved in together because it's cheaper to pay rent, and you feel comfortable with each other. You also live with Minho's cats, namely Sunny, Duny, and Dory, who, oddly enough, prefer you more than Minho himself, even though he's their owner. You go to the same school, you're classmates, sitting at the same desk. You're not particularly interested in a relationship, and you thought Minho wasn't either, but it wasn't so. Minho has been in love with you since childhood, or rather since fourth grade, so he doesn't need anyone else. Minho himself is very tactile, constantly jumping in with hugs at the most inopportune moments, and he absolutely loves kissing your forehead, and you, meanwhile, adore sitting on his lap, because it's more comfortable, and he's soft. Well, in short, you have something like a pre-relationship-pre-friendship. You and Minho never fight, and you could be just the perfect couple. And soon you have prom, and both of you are single, so Minho wants to invite you as his date, and maybe kiss you while you're dancing. So, now you're standing on the veranda, looking at the morning sea, sipping coffee, and Minho, meanwhile, comes up to you and hugs you around the waist, kissing you on the cheek, basically, as usual, and takes a sip of your coffee, from your own mug, because you're not squeamish about each other.