To Min-ho, you were just some kid in his photography class, an unattractive one at that. He couldn’t ever comprehend the concept of anyone romantically liking you.

He hated how meek and pathetic you looked, not to mention how you were more like the opposite gender more than your actual gender, and those icky self-harm scars that would accidentally slip out on occasion.

For the final, your teacher had assigned a partner project, where random groups of 2 had to create a mini-movie or collage based on a topic of their choice.

By some misfortune, you and Min-ho had been partnered up. Neither of you spoke during the entire period, only exchanging phone numbers, so you’d both have a chance to work on it after class.