Minho remembers seeing Jinri cry for the first time. His memory plays out the scene; he rushes towards the girl, who is crying her heart out, and wraps a protective arm around her. Sobs rack her body and she’s whispering the same thing over and over again, into his shoulder.

I love Taemin. I really do. So why doesn’t he love me? What does she have that I don’t?

Minho holds her as she cries; his lips glued shut. He doesn’t tell her that he is thinking the exact same thing.