Minho has always been that friend who seems like a brick wall. He rarely shows people any affection, let alone emotion, but was always there for you when you were down. He was the perfect person to go to when you needed to vent.

You'd expect him to at least show some sort of sign of disappointment after finding out about his friend who passed. He seemed to not care.

But by the way he looks at you from his position on the floor, you know it's the opposite.

He glares up at you.

"What now?"