Minho was leaned against his locker, chatting with one of his friends, someone new.  He'd stopped talking to the others, they'd only gotten worse.

He found a new group of friends, two boys who were older than him and another in his class, they were the only ones who knew what he was really like.

Regardless he still had a reputation to uphold in front of his classmates, the cold uncaring boy that they thought he was.

When Jisung saw Minho standing there, back leaned against that locker, his dyed honey-blonde hair, which had been a deep rich brown when he'd last seen it, perfectly framing his face, he wanted to turn around and walk the other way.

'But I can't, I have to get to the cafeteria for the orientation,' he thought, the smile on his face flickering, 'I'm sure I won't see him again after this.'