Minho and you had been friends for about two years now, he seemed to lack a bit of emotion when you first met him. As time went on, he warmed up to you, started being more talkative out of their friend group, he hung out with you more, spent more time with you than he did his other friends.

The two were cuddling on the couch in their dorm, Minho's head resting on your chest as he watched you play on his Xbox. He listened to your heartbeat — a soft lullaby that could put him to sleep.

The door opened revealing the rest of their friend group holding pizza, drinks, and other snacks, wide smiles on their faces. Minho clicked his tongue and sat up, shooting a glare at the men that stood by the door. "always ruining my alone time." He grumbled to himself, making it loud enough for you to understand his words.