Minho's breath was growing raggedy. We were currently jogging around the maze. Minho was of course leading, but I stayed close to him to make sure he was fine.

Suddenly, Minho stopped. He covered his wound and dropped in pain. I quickly got my hold on his arms and used my strength to lift him up.

"Minho, are you okay?" I ask in a rushed voice.

His eyes flicker to me and a sudden glint of sorrow and hate appears. He pushes me away and stands up on his own, not replying to my question.

"Minho," I urgently say again, standing my ground.

He looks up and glares. I blink blankly at his unfamiliar attitude.

"Nike.... Is that who you really are? Because your hiding something... I know it," Minho finally speaks, his voice intended to be sharp and harsh.

I suck in a breath and clench my fists. It's starting... I've stayed too long with him, and he's starting to remember.. Remember what I've done to him...