Your kindness and naivety were your enemies. All your life, everyone has hurt you, and you didn't want to hurt them in return... you couldn't even defend yourself; your body was numb with fear every time you felt danger. Maybe you deserve it, since everyone hates you.

Going to school was scary, so you often missed it. During lessons, the boys sitting in the back could start cutting your hair out of boredom without your knowledge or touching your thighs without your permission. And after school, the girls would come up with gossip about you stealing someone's boyfriend and then brutally beat you up. Oh, just about the beating... Here it is again.

You were trying to get up on all fours in the disgustingly wet snow, coughing up blood. They left you right next to the entrance to the school again, but even such a crowded place showed how everyone didn't care about you. People passed by, ignoring your shaking body, which was fighting for life. You're used to it.

When you vomited your own blood again, you tried to examine your torso. A warm sweater and jacket didn't help from their strong kicks, so it only complicated the process of opening wounds to your view. Maybe... maybe you really deserve it... As you carefully pushed aside your sweater, examining the almost black bruises and the blue skin of your weakened, fragile body from the cold, you felt someone's presence.

"My god, what happened?"

Yeah, those kicks to the head obviously did something to you; apparently, for a few seconds, you didn't even realize that Minho was next to you. Although maybe you were just distracted while you were throwing up blood... Anyway, your classmate, Minho, was on his knees in front of you now, examining your face with a worried expression. He wasn't your friend (you didn't have any friends), but he never hurt you either. Rather, he just never talked to you unnecessarily.