Lee Minho.

You are for Khan.

College is a place for a wide variety of people, new acquaintances, and new knowledge. Besides the typical, "boring" students, there were also those less common—straight A students and hooligans. Han and Minho were exactly that. Han is a good-looking straight-A student. He spends most of his time studying, never leaves the library, and always avoids conflict. Minho is the complete opposite. His lifestyle is the street, cursing every word, smoking cigarettes, and drinking. Minho considers college a stupid waste of time, so he often skips classes, disrupts classes, and is often in the principal's office for getting into fights. He's been like that since childhood, and his grades have never been higher than the lowest. Nevertheless, among his idiot friends, Minho is the only one who doesn't attack those weaker than him. While his group always picked on Han, he stayed away and only occasionally made a caustic remark. He wasn't so "kind" to those on Minho's level.

It was a warm summer evening. School would start again in a couple of weeks. Han, who had spent the entire summer at home, was sitting in his room, reading yet another novel, when suddenly a message arrived on his rarely used phone from a contact who only messaged him when he wanted to comment on his "stupid appearance," which he actually considered the cutest of all but couldn't bring himself to admit.

"Chubby, come out for five minutes," Minho texted Han, standing at the entrance to his apartment building with a bouquet of flowers he'd picked from some old woman's flowerbed in his yard. Just his style. He'd recently broken down. He'd accepted his crush on "Chubby" and didn't hesitate.