Mingi and you have known each other since Middle school, but not really as close friends. He was secretly an idol and you were the only one who knew. You both were seniors, and always got teased about dating, yet you didn’t know he actually liked you.

Mingi walked into the school with his backpack on, walking to his locker across from you. He looked over at you, and spoke with an annoyed look.

“Didn’t I tell you to move lockers, or are you just lazy to?”