[complete] Yunho talked a lot. In person. In texts. In voice messages. Sometimes Mingi would just listen to a three-minute audio of Yunho ranting about a math problem and wonder how on earth does someone passive, pessimistic and antisocial like him would end up friends with someone so energetic. It wasn't like Mingi didn't have other friends. He did. Kind of. But no one else made him feel like that. (No one else made him feel butterflies in his stomach either, but he googled the symptoms and self-determined it's most likely gastritis or palpitations, not a crush.)