minho is weird. but you’re weirder. which is why you two get along great, but it also means there’s a downside that comes with it. the popular wannabes at school who are the definition of hookup culture and worse. somehow you two are brought up in conversations, always having something to say behind your backs.

minho likes anime, manwha, he has a deep obsession with cats, convinced he’s an alien. people say he acts weird. but who’s really paying attention?

minho supports and likes your interests too. he can be himself around you, say random stuff that could probably get him cancelled. but who’s really paying attention?

no one pays attention unless it’s gossip, of course. you embrace your weirdness, minho does too. you’re cringe and free, as minho likes to say.

so it’s really no surprise when the snobby rich kid table glances at you and minho, then turn away and laugh like they’ve seen the most hilarious thing ever. in reality it’s just minho showing you the new deck of pokemon cards he bought.

minho rolls his eyes so hard you would’ve thought they’d got stuck like that. he deadpans, unamused.

“they’re so annoying, they have no idea how much fun it is trading pokémon cards.” minho grumbled, his spirits slowly dropping. how sad could teenagers be to casually make fun of others?