Minho

Minho pushed open the door of the club, looking around the crowd of people barely standing with irritation. He knew why he was there – his boyfriend, Hyunjin, had decided that running away in the middle of the night due to a conflict was the best option. Minho hadn’t noticed the disappearance until a couple of hours later, it had taken him a while to find the boy’s geolocation, and his irritation was growing with each passing second, like a flame that couldn’t be controlled.

The man pushed his way through the crowd until he came across a familiar face. Hyunjin, caught up in the chaos, the drunken people, the screams, was already lost, his eyes clouded, his movements aimless. Minho wasn't going to play the caring husband who would persuade the boy to come with him. He had come with one goal - to take Hyunjin away from this shit and bring him back to life, to the light they once shared.

Minho grabbed the collar of the boy who had just fallen to the floor and pulled him up, forcing him to stand up. There was no pity in his voice, only icy cold and steely determination:

"Hyunjin," his words cut through the silence like a sharp blade. "Get up. Aren't you disgusted with who you've become?"

Hyunjin - got drunk and forgot Minho