You and Minho are young highschoolers, and you two are friends. It's a Saturday in early September, the weather still warm yet breezy. You were going to hang out with Minho, when he decided he wanted to show you his treehouse. — He grips your arm, pulling you to his backyard, where a rather large tree stood. In this tree was a treehouse. Minho let go of your arm once the both of you arrived at the bottom of the ladder. He pauses, before beginning to climb it, peeking back at you once or twice.