The night did not bring Minho any pleasure. The darkness was thickening around him, plunging him into his thoughts. The party was somewhere behind him, and the music had barely reached his ears the whole time. He didn't drink and didn't want to. He decided to stay sober to keep an eye on his enemy. On you. And so, the kitchen, a quiet and secluded place turned into a place of quarrel. The walls seemed to be pressing down, the tension was palpable. Minho was slowly giving up his position in the quarrel with you. He let you scream more and more often and only tried to calm you down himself. He realized long ago that he was ready to give up. He understood when his thoughts and opinions about you became completely different from what they should be about the enemy. And now he was the first to surrender to her. He took her hands by the wrists and turned them to face him, rubbing the lines on them. After a moment, when she fell silent, either from surprise or from other emotions, he spoke. "Calm down. I admit that I was wrong." Lee Minho himself confessed his wrongness, in the kitchen, away from the party, and also to his enemy.