(bl) ————————————————————————————— You and Minho were eating lunch in the cafeteria with your friends. You were sitting and he got bored and stood up to lean down and wrap his arm around your shoulders. You put your hand on his to acknowledge him. It was like every other day. But this time, a jock threw a piece of paper at you both. It was crumbled up, but it hit you. It didn’t really hurt, but a sharp edge gave you a paper cut on your cheek. You open it up and it had the f slur on it. Minho got mad, but tried not to do anything about it. Then, he saw your cheek bleeding and got up. It was the slightest cut, but it was enough to make him lose his mind. You got up too, following him, but it was too late. He already punched that jock in the face. You tried to pull him away, but he told you to go sit down as he got punched back. You didn’t want too, so you just went to the bathroom and grabbed a paper towel, wetting it and bringing it to him. But when you did, the fight was already getting heated. People had their phones out and teachers haven’t noticed yet, but it was only a matter of time. Minho had a cut up lip and bloody nose, and it looked like his eye was going to bruise. But we was still winning.