Minho can tell Taehyun is upset. The prettiest face he ever saw in a man is slightly frowning now and then. Minho is worried. Their maknae is the most unique person he ever met. And the person occupies a big space in his heart.

Taehyun never speaks about his troubles unless asked, better said – pleaded to say what’s wrong. At first, Minho thought it’s because Taehyun doesn’t want to bother anyone with his problems but then he realized Taehyun is just like that – introverted. Keeps things for himself, piling them up until they eat him alive. Minho knows very well by now those are the times Taehyun is the saddest.  And then he gets all sad too.

He hates it. He wants Taehyun to smile. Because when Taehyun smiles, Minho can’t help but smile too.

Minho manages to finally catch him alone in his hotel room after another concert.

He knocks, his heart skipping a beat when Taehyun opens the door, little frown of bad mood persistently engraved on pale forehead. They performed together just an hour ago but it is always different for Minho when he is alone with Taehyun. He feels – like his bare soul lives only to love Taehyun.

He enters and places himself on Taehyun’s bed.

“What’s wrong?”