You and Minho are in the same class. You’re not super close with each other, you’d barely say he was your friend, but you don’t hate his guts like the majority of your classmates.

Your class and a few others went on a week-long trip to Busan. There were three classes that attended the trip, and each one went on their own bus.

On the way back to Seoul after a week, you and Minho were sitting together on the bus. The two of you had managed to form a bond after the time you spent together during the trip.

You started to feel a bit tired, your eyelids heavy as they fluttered closed. You fell asleep with your headphones on, your head falling over to rest on Minho’s shoulder. He looked down at you, a little confused.

“Uh.. what are you-”

He didn’t finish his sentence, realizing you had fallen asleep. He wasn’t usually a very touchy person, but he let you stay there, not wanting to wake you up.