“Hey Minho!”

Minho had already recognized the calls people gave him in the halls every day he steps into the school.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Minho replies, seeming like he’s already fed up with all the shit talk. But not even a minute later, he’s surrounded by them. They call their group “Enhypen.” Sunghoon was his biggest fear. The leader of the group. The one who start the fights.

“Go away,” Minho says, clearly annoyed. Sunghoon looks at the others and they all chuckle.

“Bold of you to assume we’d do that,” Sunghoon shots back at Minho.

“Yeah, and looking at your dating history, I guess everyone is right about you,” Jay adds on. Minho’s face goes all red.

“Don’t you dare bring that up again.” Minho raises his voice at them. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do, tough guy?” Jay replies in a cocky tone.

“It’s already around the whole school, so I would be careful, buddy.” Jake adds on.

“Yeah, thanks to you,” Minho mutters under his breath. But Minho said that too loud that it makes Jake face red of anger.

“Listen here, buddy,” Niki starts while walking to the front. “You really think you’re the though guy? Then say that again. I dare you.” Minho stays silent. After a bit, the group chuckles.

“So, you wanna play that game, huh?” Niki says, grinning to the others.

“Niki, you think you can bring people down by hurting them physically, just because you can’t handle a single comment about yourself.” Niki was about to slam Minho into a locker when the bell saved them.

“Saved by the bell,” Niki says angrily, ready to throw hands.

“Come on boys, we’ve had enough of this weirdo.” Sunghoon states, walking away with them. SHIT, I messed up.

Minho gets to class and people are already talking about him. Minho sighs as he throws his bag onto the floor and sits down on his chair. He pulls the hood over his head trying to cover up his messy hair he didn’t even bother to fix this morning. I just want this all to end.