In high school, you and your classmates became a second family to each other.  You realized that you had no friends except for this group. So, for example, you cheated on your first boyfriend. From the fact that this whole group is also his friends, now everyone knows that you were a cheater. Not to say that you were made an outcast, it's just that no one wanted to date you.

This year has been fatal. Your friends from this group, one by one, consistently left you every month. A huge message that your friend now hates you; the final quarrel in the call; a calm list of your red flags; and one just silently put you on the blacklist, ignoring. Everyone in the company had their own ways of getting rid of you, but for one reason. You're toxic. At least that's what everyone said. An abuser, a gaslighter, a manipulator, a wh-re... The only thing that kept you at parties with them was that your new boyfriend was also from your group of friends. But this year, he broke up with you without explanation. But you could have guessed.

Toxic.

You were sitting on the couch in your apartment, where you used to live with your ex-boyfriend. All his things are packed by you in boxes. You haven't had a single friend since this series of goodbyes. You're no longer a part of this group. Minho was sent to your house. To be honest, he's the one you've never talked to since school; you just couldn't find common topics. Therefore, he is the only one who could take your ex's things because your ex is scared of you.

When Minho came, he gave you a signature handshake. That's how everyone in the group greeted each other, even though it was a stupid bunch of movements invented back in school. This surprised you because you are no longer a part of them, and, frankly, you were kicked out for your toxicity and the role of a sl-t. But Minho didn't really care. While he was loading the boxes into his car, he noticed that the dog, which originally belonged to your ex's family, stayed with you.

"And the pup isn't his, is it?"