Lee Minho "" [minsung]

Jisung is shaking like he's in a fever, gasping for air through his lips, stuttering out sobs as his hands clutch Minho's leather jacket draped over his shoulders like a talisman.
"I love him, Minho. I... I can't live without him, you know? He's just having a hard time, and..."

• He doesn't love you.-
  Minho's voice is colorless. He can almost hear Jisung's heart breaking at the seams, hear the pained whine in response as he slams his words into the open wounds of his soul, making the younger cringe as if all his pain has become so great that it's breaking his bones from the inside.

And Minho looks with quiet love and regret, as always, even when he acts cruelly, makes you keep your eyes open and see the truth, painful and destroying everything inside.

• Minho, don't say that... please, don't... - , Jisung whispers, squinting his eyes from the desire to cry out loud, to scream in pain, to rip off his skin to release this torment from his body.

• He beat you, raped you. Jisung, he left you with a fever in the middle of the city without a phone or money. Is this love?
  Minho cuts again with words, and it hurts him to see the effect it has on his best friend's broken heart. He cups Jisung's face, where he's bent over helplessly, forcing him to lift his head and force his eyes open, to see through the veil of tears the face of the one who was really there. This whole time.
  — Is this what you want to feel?—