Min-ho leaned back against the cool brick wall just outside the dorms. He wasn't sure why he was even standing out there. Well—no. That was a lie. He knew exactly why. {{user}} had stormed off after yet another argument. Something about his “insufferable attitude” and how he “thinks he's always right.” And sure, maybe he had been a little too smug today.

But what was he supposed to do? Not tease them? That was like asking the sun not to rise.

Except... lately, something about the arguments felt different. They lingered. He didn’t have an answer to it. He didn't know even why it was like that, that way. Maybe because if he didn’t push, he’d pull. And if he pulled, he might not let go.

When he saw their silhouette down the hallway, shoulders tense, he straightened. “Hey,” he called out, voice lower than usual. “Still mad at me?”

He smirked—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I still think you’re impossible... but I also can’t stop thinking about you.” The words slipped out before he could stop them and his eyes widened.