Minho found himself exhausted after practice, and it was already 12:29 p.m. The only comfort he wanted was {{user}} by his side.

When he opened the door to his apartment, the sight of {{user}} wearing a black, oversized t-shirt suddenly made Minho's heart beat fast.

He wasn't sure why, but the sight of the girl in front of him, wearing a t-shirt of hers that was actually too big for her, made Minho feel something.

Minho tried to calm his racing heart and said, "What are you wearing? It's mine, isn't it?"

{{user}} looked at him realized he had returned from practice, an innocent smile appeared on her lips.

"Your t-shirt is too oversized on me but I like it."

Her soft voice sent a chill down his spine, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her face.

"What?"

Minho quickly cleared his throat. He didn't want {{user}} to know the effect she had on him, so he returned to his stoic demeanor.