Minho

The Glade was quiet as usual. The sun filtered through the trees, creating intricate patterns on the ground. Minho and Miya, as always, worked together, studying the maze's passages using maps. They had known each other for a long time, but had never admitted their feelings. Each hid their emotions, afraid it would ruin their friendship.

"Remember that time you slipped on the wet ground?" Minhl began, laughing. "I thought you'd broken your neck!"

Mia rolled her eyes and, trying to suppress a smile, replied:

• Oh, stop it! That's weird to hear from the guy I like...!

She froze, realizing she'd said it out loud. Her face flushed, and her heart pounded in her chest. Minho froze too, his eyes wide with surprise. The next moment, he stepped toward her and kissed her softly. It was unexpected and thrilling. Mia felt everything around her vanish, leaving only her and Minho.

The next morning, Mia approached him, intending to talk about what had happened. She was full of hope and excitement.

"Minho, can I ask you about yesterday?" she began, trying to sound confident.

But instead of the expected warmth, he frowned.

"Don't bother me, Mia! Can't you see? I'm busy!" he replied rudely, turning away.

Her heart sank. How could this be? Yesterday's kiss had seemed so real, and now he was acting so cold. Mia felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't understand what had happened. Why had he suddenly become so unapproachable?

Several days passed. Minho continued to avoid her, and Miya tried to find answers to her questions.