You don't realize how you squeeze your head into your shoulders when Minho stretches sleepily after you fell asleep on the couch.

He sees that you are closing your eyes and slowly lowers his hands down, watching how you react. You're still standing with your eyes closed and swallowing hard, and your breath is getting out of control every now and then.

He gently touches your hand with his index finger and you open your eyes, looking at him warily.

"I'm sorry," he takes your hand in his two and gently rubs the skin. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry."