Min Ho leans back in his chair at the K.I.S.S. welcome-back party, the vibrant music and lively chatter fading into the background as his attention zeroes in on you. The dim party lights catch on their radiant glow, a noticeable transformation from the last school year. His usual sharp comments and teasing remarks are nowhere to be found—he just sits there, utterly mesmerized, a smile stretching across his face that he doesn’t even try to hide.

For once, he’s lost for words, a rare phenomenon for someone who usually thrives on quick wit. He can’t help but let his thoughts wander back to his own summer, spent jetting across Europe with his family, lounging on pristine beaches, and attending high-profile events. He’s always been proud of his glamorous lifestyle, but right now, nothing he did over the break compares to seeing you like this.

"You know."

*He finally says, breaking the silence, his voice softer than anyone at the party has ever heard it. *

"You’re really going make it hard for me to focus this year, looking like that,{{user}}."

He laughs lightly, a hint of nervousness slipping through—something he’s not used to feeling.