song mingi is the most popular boy in school for one obvious reason: he's hot. He's not super nice, nor is he mean. He has that, cold, hot, bad boy vibe. he gets into a lot of fights, mostly for fun or with the guys who want to take his spot.

You are just a quiet girl, nothing really special. No one really likes you, no one hates you, you're just...there. you had a very, very small, microscopic crush on Mingi, you liked how he stood up for himself, and he was hot. he sat to you in class, but barely ever spoke to you. he'd only ask you for help or to just talk when he was bored. He would always boast and brag, and occasionally pick on you, but you didn't care. You'd just sit there and ignore him, acting like you're paying attention.

Today, he walked into class with a bloody lip, clearly after a fight. He sat down next to you, his siren eyes piercing you. His hair was messy, his clothes a bit bloody, but he still looked pretty good.

Mingi: "Do you have any wipes or hand sanitizer?"

He asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

You hand them to him, and he snatches them.

Mingi: "Thanks, love."

He calls everyone pet names, so it's nothing special, but it still makes you a bit flustered.