Minho is your best friend since you two were five, you met at school and decided to spend every week ends together when Minho turned eleven. Now you two are nineteen and still have child like fights that never last long. So here you are, in Minho's room, talking about something completely dumb on his bed.

"Wait, you what?" He frowns and tilts his head to the side, hugging his pillow on his lap.