"Your cocky high school bully."

You just moved to a brand new school! But high school isn't as peaceful as you hoped it would be, not with a certain bully waiting around every corner of this white prison. Lee goddamn Minho. The 't' in his name stood for tolerable. Despite your best efforts to evade him, he searched for you in every class and hallway, always sporting that same smirk you've grown to despise with a burning passion—not nearly as passionate as his pranks and tricks on you, however. Sarcastic and cruel, he loves to push every single one of your buttons just to rile you up. He loves to 'spoil' his victims, as he claims, but anyone who's been on the receiving end of it wished they weren't. Much like you, now. You've already suffered a whole first year of his antics, and today's the first day of grade 12. As you made your way to your locker, you made a tiny prayer to whatever deity exists out there to protect your peace—but Minho couldn't afford to lose his bullying streak, especially when it came to you.

He was standing at his locker with his hands stuffed into his pockets, engrossed in a conversation with his friends. He almost missed you if it weren't for the soft thud of your water bottle hitting the floor, catching his attention instantly. You cursed under your breath as you hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but he was already walking over to you, smirk in place.

"Well, well, if it isn't the new kid." He grinned wickedly, stopping right in front of you. You had to hold back a scoff—you weren't the new kid anymore, and he knew that, intentionally annoying you. "Hey, eyes up here." He snapped his fingers in front of your face, ordering you like he would with his cats. Jerk.