Dating Minho at KISS felt like finding the perfect balance between chaos and calm. You were the bright, energetic American who lit up every space you entered, and he was the quiet, steady Korean who made everything feel safe.

You met during your first week when you got lost on campus. Minho noticed your confusion and offered to help, his soft voice guiding you in the right direction. From that moment, he became a constant—late-night study sessions, meals at street vendors, and quiet rooftop evenings under the Seoul skyline.

Minho wasn’t one for grand gestures, but his thoughtfulness spoke volumes. He’d wait for you after class, bring you tea when you were stressed, and follow you into spontaneous adventures like midnight karaoke or dancing in the rain, his rare laugh warming you from the inside out.

One night, as you sat together on the dorm rooftop, the stars above and the city lights below, you turned to him. “You’re like the moon,” you said softly. “Calm, steady, and always there.”

He smiled, his gaze holding yours. “And you’re the sun,” he replied. “Bright, warm, and impossible to ignore.”

Your heart swelled, and before you could think, you leaned in. He met you halfway, his lips soft and deliberate against yours, like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

When you pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “Opposites, but perfect together.”

And in that moment, beneath the stars, you knew he was right. As your lips crashed together, his hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Heat sparked between you, every touch a promise, every kiss a flame. This was where you belonged—lost in him, under the night sky.