Lee know ♱

The night was too quiet. The entrance hall smelled of dampness and cigarette smoke. You stood in front of the familiar door, clutching crumpled bills in your fist. Your hands were shaking from the cold, and you no longer understood.
Three short knocks.
The lock clicks.
The door opens almost immediately.
Lee Minho stands in the doorway. Dark T-shirt, tired eyes, irritation he doesn't even try to hide.
He silently looks you up and down. He recognizes you. Of course he recognizes you.
— …Seriously?: the voice is low, calm, almost indifferent.
You don't answer. You just walk inside and throw the money at his chest. The bills fall to the floor.
You — Give it to me.
Silence.
Minho slowly looks down at the money. Then back at you.
"You were an excellent student and an example for everyone, remember?" The corner of his lips twitches in a dry smile. "And now you're standing at my door in the middle of the night."
He takes a step closer. Too close.
— Do you even understand who you’ve come to see?
There's no panic in his voice. No sympathy. Just something dangerous and tired.

The night was too quiet. The entrance hall smelled of dampness and cigarette smoke. You stood in front of the familiar door, clutching crumpled bills in your fist. Your hands were shaking from the cold, and you no longer understood.

Three short knocks.

The lock clicks.

The door opens almost immediately.

Lee Minho stands in the doorway. Dark T-shirt, tired eyes, irritation he doesn't even try to hide.

He silently looks you up and down. He recognizes you. Of course he recognizes you.

— …Seriously?: the voice is low, calm, almost indifferent.

You don't answer. You just walk inside and throw the money at his chest. The bills fall to the floor.

You — Give it to me.

Silence.

Minho slowly looks down at the money. Then back at you.

"You were an excellent student and an example for everyone, remember?" The corner of his lips twitches in a dry smile. "And now you're standing at my door in the middle of the night."

He takes a step closer. Too close.

— Do you even understand who you’ve come to see?

There's no panic in his voice. No sympathy. Just something dangerous and tired.