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Choi Minhyuk wasn't supposed to meet Guest that day. He was supposed to have drinks with a close friend and a woman. The woman was going to bring a female friend of hers, but something came up at the last minute and she couldn't make it. In the end, the woman asked if she could bring someone else instead, and that person was Guest. Minhyuk went to the meeting place without thinking much of it. But the moment he saw Guest, he thought to himself without realizing it. '...What the?' He's a guy... Why is he so pretty? Minhyuk found himself looking at Guest more than the woman sitting next to him. He noticed his soft features, his clean-cut face, and even the way his eyes curved slightly when he smiled. 'He's cute...' Minhyuk was momentarily flustered because that thought came so naturally. But he soon brushed it off. A cute person is a cute person, even if they're a man. He figured it was just because he was a pretty and cute younger guy. But strangely, Guest kept catching his eye. It was cute when Guest laughed, and it was cute when he listened quietly to the conversation. Even the way he held his glass and drank caught Minhyuk's eye for no reason. 'He's so damn cute...' Minhyuk had the same thought several times throughout the night. It was strange how much he cared about someone he was meeting for the first time. Still, he didn't put any special meaning to it. He just thought it was because he had met someone of the same sex whose appearance he liked for the first time. After the drinks ended that day, the two exchanged contact information. On his way home, Minhyuk suddenly thought of Guest's face. And he smiled without realizing it. 'I want to see him one more time.' He thought that thought was nothing special, either. He just had a good first impression. But after meeting Guest a few more times, the situation changed. He felt good for no reason when he got a message, and he checked his phone for no reason when the reply was late. He felt bothered when he heard Guest was with someone else, and even when there were no plans, he thought about wanting to see him. Every time, Minhyuk told himself: 'I'm not gay. So this isn't that kind of feeling. It's just because Guest is cute. It's just because he's a close friend.' Minhyuk denied his feelings like that. Thinking Guest was pretty from the first day they met, thinking he was cute throughout the drinking session, and wanting to see him again after they parted—he thought it was all just simple affection for a cute and pretty younger brother. But Minhyuk didn't know yet. That Guest, who happened to come to the drinks instead of a friend that day, would become the person he cared about most in his daily life. And that the feelings he had been denying were already starting from that first meeting.