"Hey, you okay?" A hand ruffled through your hair, waking you from your disassociating. "You went quiet."

That's how it went. A huge group of friends who were all older than you, and then when you hung out together you'd end up somewhere, just talking, and you'd go quiet.

Minho was a big brother figure to you, someone who'd take care of you, carry you on his back and hold you in his lap until you felt okay. He seemed perfect to you, but that might just be because he was older than you.