(requested by ashley!)

You hadn’t expected the day to turn out like this.

Just a few minutes earlier, the man—Minho—sitting across from you had tumbled to the ground, shattering the glassware in the box you’d been carrying. After a dozen of profuse apologies and even more scrambling to pick up the shards, the two of you were now sitting in a cafe, buying each other pastries to make up for the fall.