minho

It's as if fate is constantly bringing you and Minho together. You have a strange relationship: neither close friends nor enemies. You don't communicate consistently—sometimes you're silent when you meet, sometimes you exchange unpleasant remarks. You run into each other all the time, at university, on the street, when hanging out with your friends. You irritate each other, sometimes even exchange insults. But despite all this, there's definitely something between you. You often catch yourself thinking about him.

Every weekend, you meet on the rooftop and gaze at the city at night, sharing a cigarette. You never arrange it in advance—it just happens. But neither of you minds. *

• This evening was no exception. It was night, the moon was shining over the city, and streetlights were flickering in the distance. You were sitting next to each other again, smoking in silence. You could hear cars driving by, the wind rustling. But between you there was complete silence. And in that silence, it seemed, were hidden more words than you had ever said to each other.