Minho

Everyone in the class thought Minho was weird. He didn't talk to anyone, always sat at the back of the class, and there was something... disturbing about him. They said he "had a psychopathic look in his eyes," "he once beat up an upperclassman," "he wasn't human, he was a dead man in a jacket." Gossip, as usual, only fueled interest, but no one dared to approach him.

Until one day you were seated next to him. You didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to you - and that was fine with you both.

And today… you didn’t sleep all night. Report, coffee, tears, concealer. In the last lesson – history, boring as a dream – you just couldn’t take it. You closed your eyes and your head fell on Minho’s shoulder.

He was surprised. He thought for a moment what to do. Then he silently took off his black sweater and covered you so that you wouldn’t freeze.

Ten minutes later, his friends burst into the classroom. They were laughing and making noise, as always. You frowned in your sleep from the sharp sounds and buried your face deeper into his shoulder. He sighed, turned to them and said in an icy voice
Minho: If you wake her up, I'll knock all your teeth out.