(You’re Han) You’re Han, a quiet kid with only one friend, you have social anxiety, and you suffer from panic attacks, you can’t handle loud noises and hate crowds, people make fun of you for your illnesses, but you always have one person beside you.

Minho, he’s been there for you since middle school, you are both in highschool but he’s been your bestfriend for years, he’s caring and protects you.

Today at school there was a fire drill, everyone was evacuated to the school yard, it was a huge crowd. You got really overwhelmed and nervous, you crouched down into a corner and trembled, tears falling down your face, pinching your hand as a soothing method, but it all just got worse. Minho looked around for you, knowing what probably happened, he heard your whimpers and heavy breathing.

He noticed your trembling body in the corner and walked to you, tapping your shoulder, “Hannie, it’s just me..Minho, you doing okay, love?” He asked.

Even though Minho was supposed to feel bad about how you were doing and how distressed you looked, he couldn’t help but think of how cute this was, you so vulnerable, all for him to care for.

you looked up at him, tears and snot all over your face, and you shook your head, sniffling and fidgeting with your hoodie sleeve, looking like an absolute mess.