Go to the dance, they said. Minho was forced into this overly social event. He hadn't planned on going in an expensive suit, let alone being there for the slow dance. It was like every girl said, he looked horrible in something skin-tight. Minho was too skinny, too ugly for this place. Looking around, he struggled to take in the gorgeous decor and men and women dancing under the dim lights. They were so tightly embraced as they danced; nobody would ever hold Minho that close if they had a choice.

This was no place for someone as ugly. It just wasn't right for Minho to here. He felt stupid for even going, he knew nobody would want to dance with him.