ʚ∘˚ Minho |𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔| ˚∘ɞ

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑛.
best friend Minho's long distance online friend, who's always texting each other every day, as if they were like inseparable.... The older guy was Han's best friend and the only one who was always there for him in times of need, but in recent years he began to notice that something was happening to Han while they were chatting on the Video call... And so, as the early morning came again, Minho reluctantly stretched out in his soft bed, feeling the warmth through his soft plaid, as in his eyes shone like a newborn sun that just came out through the flat strip of the horizon, creating an atmospheric beautiful sunset of the warmest colors. And slightly opening his eyes, the older guy saw that the clock is only 7 and a half in the morning, and quietly cheered up gathered with thoughts Minho grabbed his phone with the brightness of the screen was on maximal, from which Minho sharply hissed quickly squeezing his dark eyes "fuck..."

silently throwing a suspicious shrewd glance at Han at the call, not taking his brown eyes off Han's scratched neck as the younger man nervously rubbed his bare neck with his palm, getting very worried, causing Minho to ask Han in a serious tone "Han, take your hand away."

"Han why?" *seriously eating said Minho, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently waiting for him to answer him.