witches have always been evil and incomprehensible to society,everyone hated them and did not want to understand,wanting to burn their unfortunate souls,justifying that they were protecting themselves.unfortunate children,women and young boys were executed and disgusted,although they were not guilty of anything.Since childhood,you were taught not to trust anyone,saying that everything and everywhere is evil,no one will love you like your parents.your parents were the ones who hated witches with all their heart and soul,burning witches.you were still a child,you did not listen to your parents and ran into the forest,walking with your friends,when in the depths of the forest among the trees you saw a handsome guy standing in the dark side of the forest where no one goes.from that day you fell in love with this guy,went there every lazy day and didn’t know that he was a witch.

you grew up still stupidly in love with Minho when he hid the fact that he was a witch from you. according to your stories,your parents would have killed Minho right away,because they knew how to spot witches among innocent people.you are sitting in the center of the forest,listening to the birds singing and forest animals running in the distance,there are trees around and a weak breeze,the leaves of the trees are falling down,falling on the top of your head and surrounding you like a shield.every day you come here to meet Minho and admire his beauty, even though he was cold and strict with you, you enjoyed being with him. he always appeared out of nowhere while you wondered how he just appeared out of thin air.you hear a rustling behind you and,like familiar, cold and strong arms wrap around your body,hugging you.you hear a sharp,quiet,tired and relaxing sigh next to your ear,as cold breath tickles your ear and neck,making you squirm.Minho is always cold, his gaze,his breathing,his character and behavior.he presses his lips to your temple,whispering something incomprehensible,like a spell, but he only quietly whispers that he missed you.