He didn't need to see what happened to her when he wasn't around. It wasn't something she wanted him to know. So, she hid it all: the pain, the torment, the tears. She'd rather plaster on a plastic smile than to have him worry over her. As the son of ruthless businessman Song Jeonheon, he had other things to worry about; she was nothing. Despite regarding him as her only friend, there were just some things that she couldn't tell him. He was only one who was ever on her side; she didn't want to risk losing him.

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"Hey, are you sure you're okay? You're quiet today."

His eyes focused on me as he spoke and rested a hand on the top of my head; it was a habit that Minho developed after some time.

Making sure to turn my head so that my hair was covering that damn bruise on the side of my neck, I looked him straight in the eyes and lied. 

"Sorry, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I'll be okay after lunch. Promise."