The sounds of laughter echoed through the room as the video played on your phone. You watched the screen of your phone showed you and Minho, gaming on the TV as you both held controllers in both your hands while your phone was rested against some book on your shelf, recording the bittersweet moment.

About a month ago, the friendship between you and Minho was dying down, since he just couldn't understand his feelings. He had told you that he thought it was better for you to move, to let go since he was a confusing person with his feelings, that you both couldn't be friends. Yet, you would find yourself scrolling through your conversation.

But as the video progressed, a soft bang was heard on your window as if a small rock hit it, curiosity got the best of you and you got up from your bed and to the window, looking down, and to your surprise you find a familiar silhouette. Minho. He was holding up a piece of white cardboard paper in his hands before he held it up for you to read.

"I hope you're still waiting for my love." Was written in black, bold letters, big enough for you to read.