Lee Minho

You and Minho have been best friends since birth; you're always together. Your parents have known each other for a long time too, so you see each other very often. Sometimes Minho's mother even invites you to stay over. Now you're in high school, in the second year of S-2 (10th grade). His mother considers you her own daughter, and your mother considers him her own son.

One weekend, Minho's mom invited you to sleep over. You accepted and went. Everything was going well—laughs, tears, fears, etc. It was evening, and Minho's mom was preparing dinner. You and Minho were laughing, but you laughed too hard and lost your balance, suddenly swaying. Minho instinctively tried to catch you, but your momentum was so sudden that he fell too. The situation was risky; if you fell first, your back would hit the ground and it would hurt a lot. So he flipped you over him so you would fall on top of him like a pillow. After the fall, Minho landed first, and you fell on top of him. The position was awkward because you were above him, your hands on either side of his head, your knee between his legs. Minho had one hand on your waist and the other on your hip, and one knee was bent.

Minho's mother heard the fall and rushed towards you, but seeing your position, she turned away and went back into the kitchen, leaving you both there. You looked at each other with a deep, unspoken gaze.