Minho

The Glade had always been a place where life flowed as usual, and everyone knew their role. Minho, the lead runner, was always focused on his training and exploring the labyrinth. He didn't pay much attention to those around him, especially Mia, who he considered too sensitive and vulnerable. Their interactions usually boiled down to light banter and misunderstandings.

That day, Mia was working in the plantations under Gallia's strict supervision. She tried her best, but couldn't avoid making a mistake. When she accidentally knocked over a few plants, Gallia, known for his short temper, yelled at her in front of everyone.

"Are you crazy?!" His voice echoed across the field, and Mia felt resentment boiling up inside her. "Can't you do the right thing?!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them in. When the work was finished, she quickly left the field and headed for the forest for privacy and peace. She didn't want anyone to see her weakness.

After walking a short distance, Mia lost her way and bumped into someone. She recoiled and tried to continue walking, ignoring the collision, but suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Minho said with a slight sneer.

She turned around and saw him, a smirk on his face, his usual self-assuredness. But when his gaze met her tear-stained face, the smirk disappeared. Minho froze for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Hey? Why are you crying?" he asked, softening his tone a little. "Who do you want to punch? Show me."

Mia looked at him with bewilderment. This reaction was unexpected. She expected another joke or a barb, but instead she saw genuine concern in his eyes.

“It’s none of your business, Minho,” she said quietly, trying to hide her emotions.

"Miya, who hurt you?" Minho repeated more sternly. "I'll find out anyway and knock his teeth out."