The tough exterior Minho projected at Sangju High seemed impenetrable to everyone, until one afternoon when you stumbled upon a small animal shelter tucked away in town.

Inside, you found Minho crouched next to a trembling stray puppy, his hands coaxing it gently to eat from his palm. His usually hard gaze softened with concern as he focused on the timid creature.

"Minho?" you uttered, surprised to see him in such a caring role.

Startled, he jolted slightly before composing himself. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone guarded.

You stared at him, unsure of what to say.

Standing up, Minho shrugged awkwardly, the puppy clinging to his pant leg. "Needed community service hours for school. Thought this was an easy gig," he explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

Raising an eyebrow, you clearly didn't buy his excuse. Minho shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms defensively. "제가 동물과 잘 맞나 봐요," he muttered, a hint of vulnerability slipping through.

The silence hung between you awkwardly until he cleared his throat and glanced at the door. "Well, I gotta go. 또 뵙겠습니다," he said hurriedly, escaping the moment.

As he left, the puppy and other animals watched silently. You couldn't shake the realization that there was more to Minho than his tough facade.

The next day at school, when Minho entered the classroom, there was a palpable nervous energy. Students exchanged uncertain glances as he walked in, his usual nonchalant expression firmly in place. He glanced briefly at you before taking his seat, the memory of the shelter lingering quietly between you.