voice || choi minho

Prologue

I'm actually here right now on this street, waiting for the green light to show so we could cross the street, but good that I have a companion, watermelon bubble tea. The drink makes me less impatient, because it tastes soooooo good. Ah, the green light lit up already, better hurry in walking, the beautiful streets of Seoul makes me proud of my country. And when I looked in front of me, I just saw a man who identically looks like Minho. Chestnut brown hair with a punk dud, wearing his personal shades, and wearing some ordinary clothing, but looks fashionable. I tried to take a look again as I'm one step closer to the other sidewalk, it really is Minho. He was bringing some orange smoothie with black pearls on the bottom, he was acting casual, avoiding paparazzi. I wanted him to sign my autograph, but I can sense paparazzi, so better not. Someone stomped my feet and it hurts so bad! Then I tripped.  OH NO, WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!