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Minho is a boy from the village

During summer vacation, you decided to visit your grandmother in the village. You hadn't been there for a long time. Your grandmother greeted you warmly, and by evening you were strolling around the village with your old friends.

You were sitting on the riverbank under a crimson sunset when you noticed a group of guys. Your friends immediately perked up; it seemed they weren't just ordinary guys. They noticed you and moved toward you. Stopping in front of you, one of them stepped forward. A cute guy with a catlike appearance and a cheeky face. He folded his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down.

"So we have a city girl coming... I'm Minho, you've probably heard of me by now." He smirked and tried to touch your waist, but you reacted quickly, hitting him and leaving with your friends, leaving him standing there dumbfounded with his friends.

His friend patted him on the shoulder. "Minho, you seem to have been given the cold shoulder…" His friend chuckled, to which Minho shrugged off his hand and muttered through clenched teeth, "It doesn't mean anything… Just wait…"

It was evening, a disco at a teen club. Teens from your village, from the neighboring one, and, of course, you had come. You were standing with your friends when the door to the club swung open and those same boys from the river walked in. You didn't even blink as the other girls in the club started hitting on them, but as soon as the slow dance music started playing, you wanted to move away, not wanting to dance with anyone, but someone's warm hands settled on your waist, stopping you. He turned you to face him and leaned in, whispering in your ear.

• Shall we dance?

You live in Korea, and the city is Seoul.