minho

Minho is your number one enemy. You've been feuding since kindergarten! It's complete crap, of course... Even though you dreamed of him being in your class, because you loved him—though, of course, he doesn't know about it. Now you're in 10th grade.

Y/N—you really like him. And he likes you too. Only neither of you knows it. Your "feud" is a constant attempt to get each other's attention.

Today, as if nothing had happened, you were walking home after your last class when you suddenly heard a crash. Someone fell? You must have imagined it, you thought, and kept walking. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy lying on the ground. He was beaten: cuts, blood on his face and all over his body, bruises... You were, to put it mildly, in shock. It was Minho. Horrified, you ran over and tried to help him. Minho: Little one, go away. Nobody asked you for help... " he said, wiping his nose from which blood was gushing.