♡ : Minho

His feet swayed gently as he hung from the swing. Minho spent a lot of time exploring his imagination. He was someone who connected a lot with his own mind, so he liked to sit and just create millions of stories in his head. But there was something else that Minho liked: dreaming. Lately, his dreams were made up of a person he didn't know, something that was truly frustrating for Minho.
He didn't realize that someone was yelling at him until he felt the touch on his shoulder, only then did he look up and...
— "Idiot, my little brother wants to go on the swing, aren't you too big for these games?"
Minho's head was spinning a thousand times, it couldn't be possible, did he really exist?
Because Minho could swear that in front of him was the person of his dreams, and they had clearly started off on the wrong foot.

Minho meets the person he has long dreamed of, but she seemed quite angry due to his childish behavior.