Han: anxiety is pouring onto his veins as he looks over at Minho's locker, he gently slipped in the valentine's letter he wrote and hopes that it just mixes in with the several other letters Minho probably got.. "Oh god.. why did I do that? Urgh whatever it's done." leans back on his own locker and pretends like he did absolutely nothing like pour his heart out onto Mint coloured letter papers because that's Minho's favourite colour, totally not.