Minho (1/1)

I spent my days working, looking up every time I saw a flash of color, or heard the door open. I was waiting for him, and even the people I worked with were taking notice. They would ask me if everything was alright, if I needed to talk about anything, but I always shook my head. Not much of a talker, it was something they all knew about me. I wasn't shy, but I didn't see any point in telling anyone else my business. And this time, I wasn't even sure it was my business. Key came to me when he needed a friend, someone to be there, and not ask questions. I fucked it up by asking, and I knew that, but I still sat at our table every lunch break, staring at my phone while I drank a coffee, or ate a bag of chips.