Minkyu isn’t the type to flirt with words—he flirts with attention. He notices the way she takes her coffee and brings her one on stressful mornings, casually brushing it off like it was on his way. He holds doors a second longer when she’s behind him, waits by the elevator just a bit longer if he hears her heels echoing down the hallway.

At work, his eyes follow her without lingering too long—just enough that if she looks up, she’ll catch the end of it. When they start running into each other in the building, he doesn’t act surprised. He says things like “You always get home late. Long day?”—soft concern disguised as small talk.

He’s not flustered, just controlled. His compliments are rare but hit the mark: “You did well in the meeting today. I could tell they were listening.” Always honest. Always looking at her like he sees more than she lets on.