Minho was a good kid. He got good grades, he played soccer, he followed the rules—but his friends were questionable. He used to have a good batch of friends, but now he hung around with the skater boys. His grades were dropping and he was spending most of his time at the skate park getting high.

You’d been his friend since before this. You watched his descent from good kid to stoner, and quite frankly it was concerning. It was 2AM. You were scrolling through tiktok in your bed, when suddenly Minho called you.

“Hey.”

You could hear voices of Minhos friends and wheels against concrete in the background, he was at the skate park. Minho sounded different. He was high again. You could tell. You were so tired of this.