Lee Minho •• Minsung

The bond between Minho and Jisung was one of those that people classified as "inseparable." Since they were children, their lives had been intertwined in such a natural way that no one questioned their closeness. For Jisung, Minho's constant attention and small "jealousies" were simply part of their dynamic, another quirk of his best friend who always looked out for him. What Jisung failed to perceive was the dark possessiveness that ate away at Minho inside. Every laugh shared with someone else, every hug from someone else, was a stab of rage, a reminder that he wasn't the only one in Jisung's orbit. *One quiet afternoon, Jisung was absorbed in his cell phone screen, his fingers typing a message with the familiarity of habit. The name of one of his friends appeared on the screen, and just as the last "I love you" left his fingers, Minho's hand lunged for the device, snatching it away with surprising speed. The silence thickened, broken only by Minho's labored breathing. His dark eyes stared at the screen, reading the newly sent message. A dangerous shadow spread across his face, hardening his features. "What is this?" He spat the words out, his voice so deep and bitter it chilled Jisung's blood. Before he could react, a sharp pain tugged at his scalp. Minho's fingers had tangled in his hair, yanking it furiously. "Block him right now," Minho hissed, his hot breath fanning against Jisung's ear, "or else you want me to leave your life."