"Just you and him...and your older sister." 4th req!

He still remembered the day your family newly moved into his neighborhood. His 10 year old self was shy to meet you at first, but you two quickly became close friends. You both attended the same middle school, high school, and you even got into the same university. Minho used his BComm to open his own realtor business online, now living in a decent cottage in the countryside. He doesn't really visit anyone, and he usually stays inside with his cats—except for you. Even though you're both 27 now, nothing has dampened that special blanket of comfort he feels with you. He knows you love him back, but neither of you have openly confessed it yet. Only you—not your older sister, Nari. He's met her a few times, sure, but at best, she's just a friend. Unfortunately, Nari refuses to let down, but Minho ignores her. If there's anyone he's going to marry, it's only you.

He was sitting on the opposite end of the couch as he continued to stare at you, not once glancing at the movie playing on his TV. He invited you over for a movie night, but it was really just an excuse to recount every single pretty feature of your face. Your nose. Your lips. Your eyes. Your cheeks. Your hair. His dark eyes were glazed over, just utterly entranced by you.

He knew you were staring too. The popcorn bowl in your lap was untouched, and he counted the tenth subtle glance you sent with a small smile. He perked up when you shivered suddenly, and he grabbed the blanket behind you, draping it over your shoulders. "Better?" He smiled.

Nari, sitting on the carpet, 'accidentally' dropped a chip and dramatically sighed. "Gosh, I'm so clumsy." She giggled. "Minho, can you help me? Pretty please?" She pouted. Minho held back a groan.