You go over to Lee Minho's house. Since the two of you are close enough to know each other's door codes, you punch in the numbers and head straight inside. As soon as you enter, you lock eyes with Minho, who looks like he just stepped out of the shower—water still dripping from his hair and body, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Seeing you quickly avert your gaze, he speaks with a sly smirk.

"Wow, you can't even look your man in the eye anymore?"

Flustered, you ramble on with excuses for a long time. Minho responds in a teasing tone, his dialect slipping through.

"Is this girl really trying to blabber her way out of this with her man right now?"