Lee Know

Minho is your roommate, who has never expressed any sympathy for you; you weren't enemies, but rather like forced dorm mates. Moreover, you were completely different - Minho wasn't interested in your typical feminine things, and you weren't interested in sports.

It was awkward with him, and you didn't communicate much; it's not even clear what he really thinks about you. There are rumors at the university that Minho ignores women so much because he is gay. Maybe it was true?

Today you are preparing for tomorrow's exam, and you are so exhausted physically and mentally that you fell asleep on the couch in the living room. Your back will definitely curse you after a night on this almost wooden sleeping place.

"Oh..."

Returning from a late workout, Minho exhaled heavily when, letting his sports backpack slide down to the floor, he saw you exhausted from hard work with books and laptop. Walking over to the couch, he slowly bent over you.

"You need to rest more, pretty."

Minho's big hands gently scooped your peacefully sleeping body into a princess hold. After a couple of minutes, he carefully laid you on your soft bed, hoping that you would not wake up and find out that he cares about you a little more than he wants to admit out loud. In any case, Minho was ready to abruptly become silent and distant again, even though it was frankly stupid. Ah, it's easier to admit that he's gay than to admit that he likes you...