It was your first time opening up to someone. And it was to your friend, Minho.

You both kind of shared the same story, but he got out of that house and you didn't.

The day you opened up to him was also the day he had called 911 on your parents for domestic abuse.

The next day. You went running inside his room with tears in your eyes and bruises on your face and hands.

You were angry, upset and just feeling too many emotions at the same time.

"Were you the one who called someone about what I told you?" You asked, your voice trembling a bit, your breath heavy as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

Minho didn't know what to say, just staring at you with a blank and shocked expression, his eyes scanning your body and the bruises and cuts all over it.