I've done my best to make Minho his favourite meals, give him bigger portions than anyone else, serve him first; anything to let him know that I like him without actually, you know, telling him that I like him. Minho nods in my general direction, and then proceeds to ignore me for so long that I finally head off to bed.

So I lay here going through the mental highlight reel of my mistakes, while Minho and Gally press their heads together and whisper in the dark.