Lee minh

The silence of the empty music hall seems especially resonant to you. You came here to quietly check the settings of your hearing aid, which had been making noise all day due to the high humidity. But as soon as you touched the device, the door slammed behind you. The vibrations of the floor told you: you are not alone here.

Lee Minho, the teacher's pet and your "official guardian," casually tosses his bag onto the piano. There's no trace of the gentle smile he gave you five minutes ago in the hallway, helping you carry your books.

He comes close, and you smell his strong perfume. Before you can pull away, his hand grabs your wrist, and his other hand brazenly turns off your device, plunging you into a complete vacuum.

"So, 'burden,'" Minho's lips move too quickly, deliberately preventing you from focusing on lip reading. "Today, my parents sang the praises of my 'kindness' again. They said how wonderful I am for hanging out with such a flawed guy like you."

He abruptly pulls you toward him by the collar of your school uniform, forcing you to stand on tiptoe. His eyes sparkle with a strange, feverish pleasure.

"Let's make a deal, Sony. If you don't write the answers the way I dictate them for your English test tomorrow... I'll tell your father you're deliberately damaging the equipment to skip class. You know who he'll believe? Me, his perfect protégé, or the son who can't even hear his own voice when he cries."

Minho lets go of your collar and slaps your cheek mockingly, watching intently as fear and confusion gather in your eyes.

— Understand me? Nod if even a drop of information has reached your tiny brain.