Banho (likely a place name)

A perfect Friday evening for Lee Minho: silence, a TV show on his tablet, a mug of chocolate. He was stretched out on the couch when the doorbell rang, insistent and cheerful.

The mother stood on the threshold, beaming, and next to her was a tall guy with an even posture.

— Minho, this is Chan and Aunt Soyeon! My friend's son! They're staying the night!

Minho remembered Chan from childhood photos—always proper, well-groomed, without a hint of mischief. Now he looked more impressive. Seventeen-year-old Bang Chan was the embodiment of his parents' dreams: an excellent student, an athlete, disciplined to the point of gnashing his teeth.

But one detail was disconcerting. Despite his flawless appearance, Chan's hair fell in a messy, choppy fringe, covering his eyebrows and softening his face. A perfect guy—and suddenly this daring mess. Minho's gaze caught on his fringe and couldn't look away.

The "perfect" man crossed the threshold with a backpack. While their mothers chatted in the kitchen, Chan and Minho stood frozen in the hallway. The silence was oppressive. Chan looked at Minho calmly, like an adult. Minho suddenly realized his T-shirt was wrinkled and his hair was sticking out. Chan, on the other hand, looked like a cover of a magazine—except for his bangs, which kept falling into his eyes.

"Nice to meet you," Chan extended his hand, his voice as steady as a metronome.

Minho shook it and realized: the evening was ruined. Instead of a drama, there was a night with a man who even breathes on a schedule. And this weekend would definitely turn everything upside down. Or at least force him to clean up his things.