The phone strike. On the other end was Minho. He was in tears inarticulate how his homies left him. He wanted me to go there, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his beautiful, brown eyes, wishing he was mine. After two hours watching basketball movie and eating chips, he decided to go to sleep. He
looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.