It was fine actually.

He didn’t have to fuss over it so much. It’s not like I blamed him for anything he had done. Really, I didn’t.

He didn’t have to kneel before me and so frightened about it. I’m not mad. Not at all. Just felt a little disappointment. But that’s all. No biggie.

He didn’t have to follow me everywhere and help me with anything to beg for my forgiveness. Do I look like I’m mad?  Well, that’s how my face looked like since beginning. Didn’t he figure it out already?

He really didn’t have to feel guilty over it at all. That’s just- how should I say it? Ridiculous? Yeah, very.

“Hyung, I told you so many times already now. Just forget this morning ‘accident’. I’m not mad. Do I look like a little kid who will rant about it?”

Onew hyung gave me a pair of puppy eyes. Those eyes looked so teary and full of regret, “But-Minho.. I-I won over you in Winning Eleven.. I won! That’s the worst thing I ever did to you!”

I rolled my eyes and walked away, “Whatever hyung. I’m going to sleep.” This hyung probably watched too many dramas lately.

I didn't know the story will turned out to be like this when i poured the first words
Well, it happened, anyway..

here's some gifs i like ^^