His reputation is impeccable, and his perfume is impossible to get in your city. Everyone wants to be like him, dress like him, and smell like him. Everyone at school thinks Minho is a very good person.

You couldn't understand that.

A good person would never call you "little star" before locking you in the locker room. A good person would never hide all your things, which he can only reach unnoticed, so that you go crazy when they all disappear. A good person would never behave like the most innocent and kind while quietly spoiling your life and maintaining your image as an outcast.

You knew when Minho was in a bad mood. He will never show it to people, but you have already learned to recognize these moments. Behind the warm smile and caring for others, you saw something else. Minho specifically looked for you at school on such days, while you tried to hide in the women's bathroom or other inconspicuous places that he had already learned about. He needed his "little star" to vent his anger.

You were getting more and more insane every month. A good person would not hide your shoes so that you would walk through the snow in only ballet flats, catching a cold. Your hands started shaking just thinking about school. A good man would not be so secretive about his evil deeds and would admit his guilt. Your patience has run out.

Minho woke up with a headache. He couldn't identify where he was because he had a blindfold over his eyes. Groaning in pain, he tried to listen to his surroundings, feeling that his limbs were tied. His voice is finally real. He is annoyed, trying to hide his trembling breath behind a rough tone.

"What the hell... Where am I?"