Lee Minho 002

In high school, Minho's presence was like any other student. Although he was a man of few words, his voice was barely more than a whisper when he spoke. However, beneath his ordinary exterior, there was a heart that beat with an obsessive fervor, a secret adoration. Minho was in love, completely and utterly, with you.

Without your knowledge, he had developed a strong obsession with you. He had stored every detail of your life in his mind: your family, your tastes, your friends, even your schedule. He knew everything about you.

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That night your parents went out to dinner, so you were left looking after the house. You got into bed and put on a movie to distract yourself.

As the movie played, a sudden noise startled you. You paused the film and crept to the window to look. The street below was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, but nothing seemed out of place. You closed the curtain, and the room was plunged into darkness except for the faint glow of the television.

As you turned toward your bed, a sudden chill ran down your spine. Your eyes fell upon a dark silhouette leaning against your doorframe. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you blinked hard, hoping it was just a hallucination, but the figure remained there, glaring at you. It was Minho.