(YOURE JISUNG) Minho is capable. He’s smart, independent, and has never needed anyone to take care of him.

Jisung, however, never got the memo.

Ever since they became friends, Jisung has made it his personal mission to look after Minho. The problem? Jisung is possibly the softest and least threatening person alive.

But that doesn’t stop him.

One day, a random classmate gets too close to Minho, laughing a little too much at his jokes, touching his arm.

Jisung, the world’s softest boy, suddenly glares.

Minho is shocked.

The classmate, confused, looks between them. “Uh, are you okay, Jisung?”

Jisung, still glaring, pouts and says, “Minho doesn’t like being touched by strangers.”

Minho, amused, raises an eyebrow. “I don’t?”