#minhee soft

don't be tricked by his towering height, he's just a maltese

winner in a sleeping contest

he just sleeps

whenever, wherever

but a puppy only sleeps when he feels safe around the person :))

minhee loves to cuddle whether it's during watching movies or just casually chit-chatting

he likes to close proximity, and he's like a hot pack in human form

not so good with romantic words but always reassures that he loves you in other ways

makes you feel validated despite having different opinions

"Everyone has their own ideas. doesn't mean one's doing things differently, they're wrong,"

prefers to keep his circle small and enjoys his own privacy

he's like doraemon snack version in real life

never goes with an empty mouth around him, snacks are coming out of his bag nonstop

goofy and competitive!!

he doesnt want to lose at games so every time, you'll catch yourself playing games for hours with him

"come on, give up. I'll win no matter what"

and loses after round 2. he'd go "youre just lucky" and lose again three times

"when did you get so good at this game? i'm not playing anymore :<"

but still plays with you since you need to level up

You walked over to your usual spot on the bleachers, on the bottom row next to your friends who were waving at you - but your eyes were glued to the field, looking for someone. And suddenly, there, shooting a three-pointer was Minhee. You smiled almost instinctively at the mere sight of him, a few drips of sweat running down his neck and his shirt clinging onto his body, but managed to tear your eyes from him to greet Hyeongjun and Woobin who were now laughing at how immersed you were in the game that hadn’t even started yet.

But just a few seconds later, Minhee was jogging over to where you were now sat. You cocked an eyebrow at him, confused at what he was doing, but he signaled with his hand for you to come closer, which you did. There was a little height difference as the bleachers were a bit over the ground, meaning that you were taller than Minhee for the first time ever.

“What are you doing? You need to warm up,” you hummed at him.

“Give me a kiss!” he started, and you chuckled. “It’s for...” He paused, looking like he was searching for the right words. “good luck.”

You shook your head, laughing lowly. “Are you serious?” He nodded quickly. “You’ve never needed it before!”

“Please?” He pouted, clasping his hands together in front of him as if he was begging you. You rolled your eyes but smiled, before crouching down to him, cupping his cheek in your hand and attaching your lips onto his in a sweet kiss.