Lee Minho

You were an ordinary, beautiful girl. Well, at least you thought so. You believed you were no different from everyone else. The girls in your class were more interesting and prettier than you. You were sure you'd never find your soulmate.

But you had Minho. Your best friend, your rock. You trusted him with everything, he never betrayed you and always supported you. You cherished this friendship more than anything.

But you didn't know that Minho didn't see you as a friend at all. He was madly in love with you. He thought about you constantly, couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to confess, but he was afraid of rejection and your friendship falling apart. So he kept silent.

Today you went to a party. You played games and laughed. Someone suggested spin the bottle.
Everyone was spinning. It was Minho's turn. He desperately wanted the bottle to point at you. He even prayed silently. The bottle spun and stopped right on you.

You blushed, your heart pounding. Minho grinned, trying to suppress his smile.

He came up to you and crouched down. There was no longer any friendly warmth in his eyes.

“Well,” his voice became low and hoarse, “let’s do it.”

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