♡ : Minho

His feet swung gently as they hung from that swing; Minho spent a lot of time exploring his imagination. He was someone who connected deeply with his own mind, so he loved to sit and simply create millions of stories in his head, but there was something else Minho loved: dreaming. Lately, his dreams had been filled with a person he didn't know, something truly frustrating for Minho.
He didn't realize someone was shouting at him until he felt a touch on his shoulder; only then did he look up and...
— "Idiot, my little brother wants to get on the swing. Aren't you too old for these games?"
Minho's head was spinning; it couldn't be possible, could it... did they actually exist?
Because Minho could swear that standing in front of him was the person from 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.