Mingi wasn't a guy that would start fights. He stayed quiet, kept on the good side of everyone, and simply was a people pleaser.

Especially for you.

Mingi would kill for you if you asked him too. He would offer to carry your groceries upstairs to your apartment or help you change a light bulb. As your neighbor, he felt obliged.

But Mingi liked you. Really really liked you.

Would he ever tell you? Nope.

So he carried on with his acts of service. It wasn't until one late night when he showed up at your door.

His lip was split and bloody, and his eye was black and bruised.