Minho sighs. Hes searching for you, like almost always. And like always, he found you on the roof, your cat Taco in your lap, brushing your hand over its head. You looked lonely, you always do. He felt a little spark of pain sting his chest as he walked closer to you, crouching down next to you with a soft smile*

„Come on, it’s getting late“

he says, his tone soft.