guy at the cottage

Several groups gathered at the cottage, who hardly knew each other before — connected through a mutual acquaintance. At first, everyone was a bit cautious, but they quickly got into the fun: someone was grilling barbecue, someone was cleaning the pool, someone was playing music.

You noticed Minho — he was wearing red sweatpants and glasses on his head, very friendly and active, always helping out: flipping meat on the grill, cleaning the pool. But there was something strange in his eyes — as if he was a little “not here,” lost in his own thoughts.

Later at night, everyone was already drunk. Outside, it had gotten dark, and the pool was softly murmuring in the distance. At some point, you both ended up alone at the big table. Silence hung in the air. You poured yourself another glass of beer, while he looked off somewhere, as if deep in thought.