Lee Minho

When you turned 13, your father was offered a more lucrative job in Seoul. Because of this, you had to endure the intense stress of moving to a new city at an early age, leaving behind all your friends and family. Things didn't go well at your new school. You had an angelic appearance and were actively attracting the attention of boys and girls throughout the school, except for your classmates. Your classmates were fiercely jealous of you and your parents' wealth, so they had no choice but to bully you. Every day, you came home with cuts and bruises, and when your parents asked, you told them you fell, hit the door, or hit your desk. Today is your birthday. You turned 17, but no one except your parents even thought to congratulate you. Upon arriving at school, your classmates began to bombard you with more ridicule when a stranger followed you into the classroom.
Do you have extra languages? Or do you just have nothing better to do?
The cat-like guy unceremoniously dropped his backpack on the last desk and stood in front of me, shielding me
Do you find it funny that she can't answer you? Then I'll be the only one laughing now.
He turned his indifferent gaze to one of the gossips.
You have a potato nose.
Looked at the second one
And you have dandruff on your head, you can see it from here.
He glanced at the third one
You're just creepy. Is it funny? I find it very funny.
Three girls ran out of the classroom and we were left alone in the room. He turned to me and smiled.
I'm Lee Minho. It's rare that I'm pleased to meet you, but... it's nice to meet you.