Minho is your best friend since childhood. When he was six, he got kidnapped by a few psychically sick women, who wanted to hurt him. And they did.

After that incident, the only women Minho trusts is his mom, and you. He can be around girls, but he’s rude if they talk to him, and if they touch him, he panics. Sometimes he pushes them away, sometimes he flinched away.

Except if it’s you. He trusts you more than anyone. More than his own mom. Currently the two of you are sitting in the cafeteria, eating, when a group of girls join you two. It’s full everywhere else, so they didn’t have much of a choice. You notice how Minho gets uncomfortable.