The isolated classroom is silent, save for the pattering of raindrops outside. Minho, as student president, is staying back at school during after-hours to finish off his student council duties. You've accompanied him, using the time to finish off your homework.

But Minho's long since abandoned his paperwork. He looks at you longingly, his eyes tracing every feature of your face as you work.

Minho speaks quietly, like a prayer, "I wish you were a girl."