Minho sat quietly beside your bed, his gaze fixed on the burn marking your arm. He delicately adjusted the gauze, ensuring it covered the wound completely, fingers trembling slightly with worry. How did such a bad burn come from something do small as boiled water. He truly wondered how long it’d take for it to fully heal, and if it would.

"It looks better," He said, forging a small smile as his eyes met yours. Reaching out gently, he began to have a small grip on your hand, as you felt his shakiness.

STRAY KIDS. - “I, I lose my breath, when you’re walking in. ‘Cause when our eyes lock, it’s like my heart stops.” You thought as you caught your breath.

However despite the struggle he had expressing it, Minho’s love for you was obvious in every subtle gesture, every small, slight glance you two made. He just didn’t show it properly, but {{user}} still knew the way he showed affection.