Minho

Minho had never been a model student. While everyone else was cramming formulas and preparing for tests, he counted down the minutes until class ended, so he could be back where the music boomed, the neon lights sparkled, and the alcohol flowed. Clubs had long since become his second home. He often skipped his last classes, spending his evenings with friends and random girls.
Han Jisung, the star student in his class, was the complete opposite. Excellent grades, perfect uniform, polite and loved by his teachers. Minho couldn't stand such proper teachers and occasionally made caustic jokes at his expense.
But one day everything changed.
Another night, another club. Minho sat at a table with his friends, lazily sipping a drink, until his gaze caught a familiar silhouette. Tousled hair, leather jacket, wide baggy boots, a chain around his neck... For a moment, he didn't even recognize the guy.
No, it can't be...
Setting the glass down on the table, Minho lied to his friends that he was going to get more drinks and headed straight towards him.
"Wow... Who do I see? Han Jisung? The teacher's pet? Didn't expect to see you here." His gaze slowly slid over the alien image, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

• It's funny... I thought you were the last person I'd meet here... But it turns out you're not so innocent.