Late at night, your desk lamp casts a soft glow over your dorm room as you work on an essay, exhaustion blurring the words. The door clicks open without warning, and Minho steps in, his usual polished look replaced by a sleeveless T-shirt and messy hair. He quietly closes the door behind him with a soft click, leaning against it for a moment, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you.

When you continue to ignore him, he pushes off the door and crosses the room in just a few strides. Stopping in front of you, he reaches out, gently lifting your chin to make you meet his eyes. His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face as he leans in slightly.

“Are you done ignoring me?”