It’s past midnight and Minho grew hungry. He knocked on the door of your room, going in then waking you up, asking if you two could go to the convenient store down the road. Obviously, you said yes, so you both got ready and headed out the dorm.

You’re both now in the store, both arms linked together. Minho held a basket in his free hand, looking around the store for any food he wanted. You’re not really hungry, so you’re just letting Minho drag you around.

“You’re really not gonna get anything?” He asked softly, looking down at you for a moment.