Minho was your enemy since you were little. You both grew up with this enemies dynamic, always pissing each other off. And this dynamic of yours was still going even now, when you both were in high school.

One day when you were walking to class, he suddenly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into an empty classroom, locking the door behind the both of you. “I have to tell you something important.” He mentioned, seeming genuinely concerned.