Lee Minho(?)

Jisung was alone at home. Home meant something different to him now: not a safe place, not a cozy refuge, but a huge, empty box, an old house on the outskirts, where he'd moved only to see no one, to hear no one, because the only voice he wanted to hear was Minho's. His boyfriend, who had vanished without a trace one evening. The police, the search with dogs, the long arguments at the station... And all in vain. There had been no leads, but now all that remained was the police's bitter conclusion: missing, case closed.

Suddenly, quiet footsteps were heard behind him. It didn't frighten Jisung; it hadn't for a long time. "Have you come to tease me again?" "My love, you're right as always..." came a quiet voice, and Jisung turned to see Minho, smiling, wearing a suit, just like the last time they saw each other several years ago. He put the pills lying on the table in the cabinet. To hell with them, to hell with his therapist. He stood up, walking towards Minho, who was already disappearing into the bedroom.