~Minho~

🌸Late spring. Empty school corridors illuminated by soft spring sunlight. High school seniors are preparing for exams, while the younger students have already rushed home... Textbook returns. The school library is permeated with the scent of old books and a certain special coziness.
Throughout the entire last semester, you noticed the gaze of a guy from a parallel class on you; sometimes, while walking through the school, your eyes would meet. You weren't personally acquainted, but sometimes you wanted to be...
So, here you are, standing last in line to return your textbooks, when you suddenly hear a familiar voice behind you...
Minho: Are you the last one, or is someone else in line behind you?