Minho sat in the school yard stands, watching a couple of boisterous students frolick around and play soccer. The elder would join them but, he much preferred to stay at the quiet solitude of the stands.

Sighing, he leaned back and glared up at the hot sun that beamed down upon him with utter fury. Slowly training his gaze back on the soccer players, Minho's mind slowly traveled to thoughts of Felix. The elder recalled the times where he'd see the younger kick a soccer ball around himself.