Minghao was your childhood bestfriend. He was always protective over you. He was a year younger than you but he always seemed and felt like your older brother. One day, when you were heading to school, an arm appeared around your shoulders. "Hey, morning." Minghao said. When you looked at him, he had a bruise on his face like he got into a fight. "What the hell happened to you?" You asked. "Nothing," you could tell he was lying. "Tell me." "Nope." He replied. "I will give you another bruise on your face if you don't tell me." He scoffed, "like you would." He rolled his eyes, "fine, fine. I fell down the stairs." He lied again.