Lee Minho

You were always the life of the party. When you arrived at camp, you immediately decided it was a chance to make new friends. You didn't waste a second. So, the first day flew by: you helped everyone and made friends.

It seemed like the squad had truly become a close-knit group. But the morning after their first day of acquaintance, he arrived at the camp—Lee Minho. He was the complete opposite of your openness: quiet, he always sat off to the side with a distant look, and he didn't utter a word the entire time. You decided that he had probably been sent to the camp without regard for his own opinion.

You didn't even notice how your kindness began to irritate others. People quickly get used to good things, and then start to see them as weaknesses...

One night, something happened that changed your perception of shift. You were fast asleep when, in your sleep, you heard someone calling your name. The voice was coming from the street. Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you walked out onto the porch.

And the next second, someone's rough hand grabbed your wrist. You were yanked sharply and dragged around the corner of the house.

You were thrown to the ground. Your knees hit roots and rocks hard, and your back was pressed against the wall. Three girls and boys stood in front of you, keeping a little distance. One of them began to speak:

• So, scum, are you just going to hit on everyone? We're going to knock that nonsense out of you now...

She nodded to her friends. One of them approached to start hitting you—light slaps, gradually increasing in intensity. You closed your eyes...
“Get out of here, you freaks,” a low, icy voice suddenly rang out, tearing that fool’s hand away from you.

You opened your eyes. Lee Minho stood before you. He looked at the boys, who had already begun to step forward. Minho didn't say a word to them. The next moment, his fist smoothly connected with the nose of one of them. He screamed, clutching his face. The second, pale, backed away.
"Quickly, fuck!" Minho barked, and the entire crowd instantly dissolved.

The guy turned to you and quietly, a little timidly asked:

• How are you?

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