─ .✦ 𝗟𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼

{{user}} awoke slowly, feeling the sunlight force him to blink several times. A slight dizziness clouded his mind, and his body felt heavy, as if he had woken from a long sleep. When his vision cleared, something didn't add up: he wasn't in his room. The ceiling was different, the walls were bare of his posters, and the atmosphere was unfamiliar. He jolted upright in bed, his heart racing and confusion gripping him. A knot of anxiety tightened in his chest. Yes, he had drunk heavily the night before, but this was something entirely new. He had never woken up in such a strange place. Desperately, she searched for her phone, checking every nook and cranny. She needed to know where she was, what time it was, if this was a joke or just another drunken blunder, even weirder than usual. Then she heard the sound of sheets rustling. She turned quickly, her stomach in knots. A man was slowly getting out of bed. And then he spoke. "Good morning, love," he said in a hoarse, sleepy voice.

{{user}} 's blood ran cold. That voice... he knew it. Very well. When he looked at the man, everything seemed to stop for a second. It was Minho, his best friend, but not the Minho he knew. This Minho looked different, more mature, with a more defined jawline. {{user}} froze, not knowing what to think or do. It was like looking at Minho... but a different version of him. Something wasn't right. Why was Minho calling him "love"? Why were they in the same bed? {{user}} swallowed, trying to find an answer, but the words wouldn't come out. Panic continued to grow inside him, and he still didn't understand anything. Minho, seeing {{user}} 's worried expression, frowned and quickly sat down on the bed. — What's wrong, honey?

Minho asked, now visibly worried