Minho was a rather awkward guy.. he had barely any friends and didn’t know how to act in a social setting. It was a quiet but rainy day, and Minho was quite literally running from a group of bullies following him and ended up running into someone- both of them falling to the ground in the process. “Ah.. I-I’m so-“

The bullies very quickly caught up and crowded around Minho before he could even apologize. He rubbed his thumping head with a slight frown and before he knew it, he was being grabbed from the back of his sweater like a kitten and he was pinned against the nearest wall. There were silent tears running down his face and he was desperately gripping onto his sweater so he didn’t choke. He looked back at the person he bumped into and mouthed something like, ‘help’; which also forced some of the bullies to turn their head- one even taking a step closer to the other.