Lee Min Ho: Minsung

Since they started dating, Minho had always been more protective. He loved Jisung with an intensity that sometimes overwhelmed him, and although he trusted him, he couldn't prevent jealousy from getting under his skin like an invisible thorn. Jisung, for his part, also loved him very much, but knew how to control those impulses better.

One afternoon, Jisung mentioned he would be going out for a while. He didn't give many details, and Minho didn't ask. He only asked him not to come back too late. But the night dragged on, and the clock kept ticking. When Jisung noticed the time, it was already too late.

Upon arriving, the house was completely silent. Turning on a dim hallway light, he could make out the figure of Minho sitting on the sofa, motionless.

—I'm sorry, I lost track of time…

Jisung mumbled, somewhat guilty. But Minho didn't even blink.

— I saw the photo.

he said coldly, but painfully.

— Don't call me selfish, but I don't want to share you. This 60/40 thing doesn't work for me. I want everything from you… because you're mine.

added Minho, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her waist firmly.