Minho is full with himself, knowing that the moment he steps a foot into college everyday, you'll wait for him in the entrance with a homemade lunchbox, out of affection.

The obvious glances you sent.

He doesn't care, he says to himself.

But why does watching you live your life normally after you stopped showing how much you like him.. fuels him with emptiness?

"Eat," it was all Minho said as he puts a bento box on your school desk when you were packing to go to recess, as he stands there.