Wonwoo heaved a sigh of relief when somebody grabbed his waist before he could fall from the stair. He stared at the strong arm on his waist and then the person who have them. “Oh no,” he thought, there he was, Wonwoo’s ultimate crush, Kim Mingyu.

“Uh, oh, thank you,” Wonwoo stuttered.

“You’re welcome,” Mingyu retorted. “Don’t want a pretty face collide with the floor anyway.”

Wonwoo blushed, hard. Mingyu just called him pretty.

“And if you’re so grateful,” Mingyu added, “Why don’t you treat me to a coffee date?” he whispered in Wonwoo’s ear, and Wonwoo got a hard attack.