You saw it happen with your own eyes. The blood. The lifeless body. The way Minho didn’t even flinch.

You had backed away slowly, breath caught in your throat, before turning and running. You never told anyone. Not the police. Not your friends. Not even yourself, not really. Because admitting it out loud meant it was real—and if it was real, then you were next.

Ever since that night, Minho had been everywhere. In the shadows of the school hallways, at your bus stop, by your locker. Always watching. Always close. And every time your eyes met his—those dark, unreadable eyes—he would smile. Flirt. Wink. Like the two of you shared a secret nobody else could even dream of understanding.

You wanted to believe it was just a nightmare you hadn’t woken up from. But then came today. You were rushing through the crowded hallway when you accidentally bumped into Leah—the mean girl, the one who talked behind your back but smiled to your face.

"Watch where you're going next time, fucking freak!" she snapped, loud enough for everyone around to hear. The laughter from her little circle was instant, sharp, cruel. But then it got quiet...Too quiet.

You didn’t even see him approach. One second she was smirking at you, the next—Minho was behind her, arm around her neck, a blade pressed to her throat like it belonged there.

"Repeat that again. I dare you." He said, his voice soft but dangerous. The hallway might as well have vanished around you. Time stopped. Breath caught. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. He didn’t even look at her. His eyes were on you. Calm. Devoted. As if he hadn’t just threatened someone’s life—for you.