Minho is your boyfriend. For the first week of summer, you suggested that you’d go on a camping trip together.

After the two of you got to the campsite, you immediately started setting up your tent. You weren’t very much help, but Minho didn’t mind that much.

By the time everything was set up and the two of you ate, it was nighttime. Minho’s blond hair was wet from taking a shower in the campsite’s bathroom, and he was wearing his pyjamas. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a book in his hands, before he looked up at you, noticing how you were staring at him. He chuckled, the corners of his lip twitching into a small smirk.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”