017: Lee Minho

• {{user}} was sitting on the school steps, staring off into the distance. In the distance, Minho appeared, with that carefree smile he always wore. It was impossible not to notice how he looked at her, with that devotion that {{user}} found both beautiful and terrifying.*

• "Daydreaming again?"

he joked, taking a seat next to her. {{user}} gave her a soft look, but didn't respond. There was something about his presence that calmed her and, at the same time, filled her with guilt. She knew what he felt. She knew Minho deserved more, something she couldn't give him now.

• " {{user}} ..."

After a long silence, Minho spoke, in a more serious tone.

• "Why do you always pull away when I try to get closer? I know how I feel about you, and I think you know it too, don't you?"

• {{user}} 's heart stopped for a moment. She knew this moment would come, but she wasn't prepared to face it right now.*

And I identified a lot with Cry.