Minho isnt someone who asks for help, relies on anyone, or really shows his sensitive side. Lately though, he has been a ticking time bomb. He had been on edge the past few days due to things piling up, it was starting to overwhelm him.

He was in the kitchen, making food, you were cleaning in the living room. He had started cutting up some food but was a little too lost in thought about trying to get the rest of his work done. He had was about to finish the last cut when he accidentally cut his finger.

He dropped the knife on the counter and let out a deep sigh, he had been doing this a lot lately and it was the last straw. He felt that familiar tingling in his nose, causing him to scrunch up his nose and close his eyes. He didnt want to cry.