I opened one eye to find the one and only Lee Minho staring at me with his piercing brownish black eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MINHO!?" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, before jumping up from my couch and landing on the carpet underneath me.

He snickered at my reaction and soon burst into a fit of laughter, tumbling onto the floor with me, knocking me over just as I was about to get up. "You little- ugh. Are you okay now? Are you gonna tell me what...?"

He shook his head at me with a small mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I raided your fridge, by the way."

I rolled my eyes impatiently at the boy. "Okay okay, fine, whatever. But seriously, you were bawling your eyes out 2 hours ago and now you're just... fine? Just like that?"

He nodded. "Yup. What's for dinner?"

My jaw dropped. "I thought you just-"

"I'm still hungry." He gave me a smirk and hopped off the sofa to get to the kitchen.

"MINHO!"

"What is it now, Lix?"

"Can you PLEASE STOP slurping your noodles?"

"I don't know, can I?" He sarcastically says, followed by another loud slurp of his ramen.

"What the hell, hyung?!" I shoot him a disgusted look.

"Fine, fine, jeez."

I raise my eyebrows at the boy in front of me. He was hungrily shoving his bowl of soup into his small mouth.

"Minho hyung?"

"What do you want?"

"Are you, like, absolutely positively sure that you're-"

"Stop!" He suddenly slams his hand onto my table. I look at him shocked, lifting my chin off of my arm where it was resting. Without another word, Minho grabs the rest of his noodles in one hand and speeds out of the dining room.

"Min-"

"No."

I follow him into the living room to find him focused on my tv, slurping his food once again. He doesn't turn to look at me, and instead completely ignores my existence.

"Hyung, I'm sorry." I sit down on the floor by the arm rest and stare at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping for some sort of response.

"Minho, please? I won't ask about it again if that's what you want."

"Fine. I guess I'll just leave then." I scoffed and prepared to sulk in my room for the upcoming hours.

"Felix, wait." Minho finally says. I spin around quickly on my heel to face him. He turns off the show and glanced down, flipping around the remote nervously. I see him about to speak again, but he stops himself from making any sound.

"Hyung, it's okay. You don't have to tell me, but just know that I'm always here if you need me to be. I'm sorry for pestering you so much about it."

He shook his head and swallowed.

"Let's start from the beginning." He took a shaky breath. I sat down with my knees up to my chest on the sofa, ready to finally hear his story.

"2015. Seoul, South Korea." Minho begins.