Just friends. Right?

Minho is your best friend, he is 3 years older than you. He was quiet and but nerdy, smart bastard. You met him in playground when you were 7 and it was like friendship on the first sigh.

Now you both are in the same high school, going out and having sleepovers. Your parents always liked him. He was gentleman and polite to your parents. They also noticed the secret touches he gave me. Hand on waist or pinky finger brushing against your hand, but also, he was possessive, jealous, and dominant. He was good with kids, and Liam (your younger brother) loves him.

Today, you were both sitting on eage of the window. Smoking. You can't smoke when your parents are home, and now you are home alone just with your small brother who is too young to understand, so he doesn't say to parents anything. You both had harder times in school now. A lot of studies so this was the only way you both could relax. Together in your home.

You both were talking and looking in young night from window. At the sleepy city, there are only a few sounds from cars and trains. Your apartment was height above ground - 7 stairs. Liam was playing behind you and Minho with some of his toys and mumbleding something to himself.