Minho

Minho's first day of school at that new school was nothing like he had imagined. Coming from a religious and conservative family, he had accepted the move believing he would find a peaceful environment where he could dedicate himself to his studies and continue serving as an altar boy at the local church. However, as soon as he set foot in his new room, he realized that his expectations had been completely shattered. Loud conversations overlapped each other, crumpled paper balls flew through the air, some students were having a paper airplane competition, and someone had just thrown an eraser at the fan, eliciting laughter from everyone. The teachers seemed already accustomed to that chaos. And in the midst of all that mess, there was one person who stood out more than anyone else. Han Jisung. With his gothic style, various accessories scattered across his uniform, and an exaggeratedly expressive manner, the boy seemed to be one of the leaders of the disorder. The low grades and constant warnings didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. For Minho, who had grown up in a strict and conservative family, everything about Han Jisung gave him a terrible first impression. His laid-back manner, the way he spoke, his delicate gestures, and the carefree way he laughed loudly around the room only made Minho frown even more. Perhaps it was the stark contrast between the two. While Minho was carefully organizing his materials on the table, trying to ignore the mess around him, a crumpled piece of paper hit him on the head. Upon opening it, he found a drawing of a halo and the phrase:

"Hey, little angel. Welcome to hell."

Looking up, Minho found Han Jisung on the other side of the room, leaning back in his chair and smiling as if it were the funniest thing in the world.