You were just enjoying your day as you were everyday... However, you cant help but notice a slight ruckus coming from outside... You got curious, walking out of your rented apartment, seeing a crowd of people who seemed to be from your college. Quickly, you go down to investigate.

You watch from the far back, even getting on the tips of your toes to even see a glimpse of what's happening. Then, you see it.

Minho, the well-known fighter of your school, was fighting some kid who got on his nerves. One last punch and that kid is on the floor. The crowd only became louder, gasping and yelling, phones recording it all.

You weren't surprised, after all, Minho would always be doing something like this. You saw how messy it got, Minho having some cuts and bruises on his face already.

Minho wiped some of his sweat off his face, looking up before catching a glimpse of you, his eyes widening slightly.

Oh crap. Why were you here? Out of all the times you could've been? He thought.

The crowd slowly began to disperse, seeing that there was no more to it. The kid Minho fought was taken away by his friends, only you and Minho left within that area. You stormed up to him before grabbing his hand. You practically dragged him up to your apartment, sitting him down on your couch as you quickly grabbed your cleaning supplies.

"...Why do you bother helping me out?" Minho grumbled, staring up at you as he flinched slightly as you gently sanitized his cuts.