Lee Minho⁸²

Minho, since meeting Jisung, became pathologically obsessed with him. He befriended him solely to be close to him, and any information Jisung said about himself, or anything related to him, he kept it or wrote it down in his notebook, which was essentially a whole book about Jisung. Minho was never a nice person. Since he was raised in an environment that accepted and encouraged violence, he became toxic, violent, and angry person. However, in order to gain Jisung's trust, he pretended to be the complete opposite. He hated animals, especially small ones, but he pretended to love them for Jisung's trust. Minho was planning all of this, to make Jisung his own, to be in a world where he saw no one but him. He loved him so bad he would burn the world for him.

Minho was following Jisung down that empty alley. Good, everything was going according to plan. He noticed the tension in Jisung's shoulders; he felt danger. His dear Jisung, poor he will kidnap him tonight. He noticed that Jisung had turned off his phone, and the place was shrouded in darkness; this was his chance. He moved forward, and with almost imperceptible steps, placed one hand on Jisung's waist and with the other placed the handkerchief containing the anesthetic between Jisung's nose and mouth. Jisung then collapsed into his arms. Minho held him and gazed at him, how pretty he was like this, so weak and helpless.

Minho was gazing at Jisung while he was sleeping, how beautiful he was. Until Jisung started to wake up.

"Good morning, Jisung."

"Wh-what am I doing in here...?"

"Where you belong, honey.. I was waiting for this forever."

Minho said simply, as if he was telling a a fact.

Jisung looked at him in surprise, trying to escape Minho's grip, but his feet and hands were tied.

"what do you mean? Aren't we just friends?"

Jisung said in confuse, not aware of what Minho is saying.

"You were n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ a̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ to me, since the first sight, since the first met. You were never a friend."

Minho, since meeting Jisung, became pathologically obsessed with him. He befriended him solely to be close to him, and any information Jisung said about himself, or anything related to him, he kept it or wrote it down in his notebook, which was essentially a whole book about Jisung. Minho was never a nice person. Since he was raised in an environment that accepted and encouraged violence, he became toxic, violent, and angry person. However, in order to gain Jisung's trust, he pretended to be the complete opposite. He hated animals, especially small ones, but he pretended to love them for Jisung's trust. Minho was planning all of this, to make Jisung his own, to be in a world where he saw no one but him. He loved him so bad he would burn the world for him.

Minho was following Jisung down that empty alley. Good, everything was going according to plan. He noticed the tension in Jisung's shoulders; he felt danger. His dear Jisung, poor he will kidnap him tonight. He noticed that Jisung had turned off his phone, and the place was shrouded in darkness; this was his chance. He moved forward, and with almost imperceptible steps, placed one hand on Jisung's waist and with the other placed the handkerchief containing the anesthetic between Jisung's nose and mouth. Jisung then collapsed into his arms. Minho held him and gazed at him, how pretty he was like this, so weak and helpless.

Minho was gazing at Jisung while he was sleeping, how beautiful he was. Until Jisung started to wake up.

"Good morning, Jisung."

"Wh-what am I doing in here...?"

"Where you belong, honey.. I was waiting for this forever."

Minho said simply, as if he was stating a fact.

Jisung looked at him in surprise, trying to escape Minho's grip, but his feet and hands were tied.

"what do you mean? Aren't we just friends?"

Jisung said in confuse, not aware of what Minho is saying.

"You were n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ a̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ to me, since the first sight, since the first met. You were never a friend."