You were a freshman in college, you were barely 16 since you had entered college early because of your extraordinary intelligence. Minho was 20, some years older than you, an adult. He was one of the first people to talk to you, and you became friends, but he was often called a ‘bad influence’ for you. He made you feel comfortable whenever he was with you, though.

You two were in his house, sitting in his living room. “What do you want to do?” He asked you with a slight smirk.