???? ??? ?? ?? ????? ? ????? ????

'Is he your final choice?'

"What?", you stopped in your tracks.

'Oh god', you could basically hear the voice roll her eyes, 'please tell me we won't have to repeat the same conversation!'

"No, just... I'm not used to this, that's all..."

'Sure', the woman sighed, 'Is he your final choice?'

"No", you replied.

'Okay, then you're off'-'

"Wait!", you snapped, "I want to ask you something first!"

There was a pause of a few seconds. It sounded like she was contemplating if answering you was the right thing to do.

'Just one question...'

"What's the purpose of this game?", you blurted out. There were a lot of things you wanted to ask, but this was at the top of the list.

'To have fun, of course', she explained, 'why don't you try it for once?'

You scoffed, "Are you the female version of Seungmin or something? Why are you such a menace?"

'Aaaand you're off to the ne-'

"No wait!", you panicked, "Just tell me this! What happens if I can't pick a bias?"

She paused. This time the silence was too loud. You couldn't hear a thing from the other side and you started wondering if she had left.

'I said one question...', the woman sternly let out.

"But-"

You were rudely cut off without finishing your complaint and in the span of a second, the absence of light embraced your soul.

🃟♡🃟♤🃟♢🃟♧🃟

"Bring it on!", Changbin's voice echoed through your head.

You carefully pulled your eyes open. Ava was once again walking away from the bottom of the stairs you stood at.

We are not even halfway there and this is getting frustrating!

You sighed, "You don't happen to be hearing me now, right?", you spoke to no one in particular.

Silence.

Okay, at least I tried...

Afterwards, you looked around, taking in your surroundings. You walked by the leather couch, watching as the fight over Jeongin evolved right in front of you.

You chuckled. His panicked face expression and pathetic excuses were simply too funny not to.

Then you kept walking, pushing through the kitchen and exiting the house through the sliding door. You were again led by that strange inner instinct of yours.

A wave of chilly winter air hit you the moment you stepped foot outside. Every hair of your body rose and your cheeks flushed bright red from the sudden change of temperature.

"Do you want a hug?", a male voice spoke softly, "Come here..."

You looked to your right, where the noise had come from.

There he was, sitting on the porch swing and using his feet to slowly move back and forth.

You couldn't stop the smile from forming, as you observed his majestic side profile. There was something in the way his light brown hair covered certain parts of his face, perfectly emphasising on his sharp features.

His delicate lips in the colour of rose pink, slightly pulled apart as he concentrated on taking care of the creature in front of him.

On his lap sat a black and white Persian cat, its fur long and fluffy. The guy gently stroked its small body, the cat purring in satisfaction and rubbing against his thighs.

Oh, his thighs...

You never truly understood everyone's obsession over them. At least that was, until you got to see them up close.

His dark blue jeans weren't anywhere near as tight as the ones he usually performed in. And yet you could view the outline of his quadriceps quite clearly.

He wasn't only the dancing god of his generation, he also owned the body of one.

The man before you was sculptured with great care and attention to detail, both his beauty and physique reaching the peak of perfection. You truly wondered how any person on their right mind could not be down bad for him.

You went back to staring at his hands as they petted the animal. His fingers, two of which were decorated with a couple of silver rings, ran through the cat's fluffy fur.

You couldn't decide on whether the action was endearing or sexy. The veins going down his arms didn't let you.

His hands, which you had been paying close attention to, suddenly stopped moving and he turned on his left, finally becoming aware of your presence.

You kept the eye contact, smiling softly at him. He waved back, averting his gaze to the cat. Unlike before, he had now put on the cold facade, keeping silent and distant.

You approached the swing, squatting down so that the cat was now just below your eye level.

"He's cute", you mumbled, petting the animal.

"It's a she...", he explained.

You raised your eyebrows, looking upwards, where you met his eyes halfway and formed a slight smirk, "I wasn't talking to you..."

He was quick to break the attitude and let a chuckle occupy his lips. You knew he would enjoy a little bit of smart flirting.

"I like you...", he paused, with his tone asking for you to introduce yourself. You gave him your name, getting a nod back, "I like the sound of that... It's pretty, just like its owner..."

"I'm Lee Minho"