Minho, the one guy who was a complete burn out at school. Never attended any classes, unless it was periods like arts or music, since you didn’t really do much there other than just sit and talk. He was always with his boys, talking about everything. Yet one good thing about him was that he wasn’t the type of guy that talked to any girls, or the guy that attends parties. He was either at school, out with his friends or at home.

It was no secret that he was on something, actually. How slurred he spoke, the way his eyes were red. You had picked it up a long time ago, as she was in his class and courses he would attend once in a lifetime. You could say that she was a high maintained girl and student — the girl who was kind and never did anything bad. If you’d give her a cigarette, she’d throw it away.

As Minho was on the rooftop with three friends, talking and smoking.. well something, he saw Wonyoung approaching them all of a sudden. He mentioned his friends to shut up so she can talk.