minsons

Minho was a legend in the criminal underworld, where laws were written by those whose hands were elbow-deep in blood. Minho was a man whose name was whispered. He didn't shout, didn't threaten—a glance was enough. One command—and the person was gone. Without a trace, without a chance. There was never mercy in his eyes—only control, coldness, power.

Han. A student. Carefree, always with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a phone filled with notes for his term paper. He studied architecture at the university and worked part-time at a coffee shop, where he once ran into Minho.

One day, Minho decided to stop by a coffee shop famous for the best coffee in the area. And as fate would have it, he met a guy with sweet eyes and a beautiful smile. He started coming back, courting him, giving him flowers, gifts, and, most importantly, showing his attention. And gradually, Minho began to feel… sympathy?

They grew strangely close, as if different languages ​​had suddenly found common ground. Minho never said "I love you," but he carried Han home in his arms when he fell asleep on the subway. He never admitted how terrified he felt the first time Han was two hours late for a date and didn't answer his phone. He simply sat in the car near the university, clutching a gun in his hand, wondering who could dare touch him.

They moved in with Minho and lived together in a penthouse with a city view. The room had bulletproof glass behind the curtains, and the building's security was top-notch. Minho was still ruthless on the outside. He directed operations, eliminated traitors, and meted out swift and silent punishments. But at home, he learned to cook omelet rice, just the way Han liked it.

Han knew who Minho was. He'd seen the blood when he'd come home late. He'd seen the healed scars on his body. But he wasn't afraid. He'd simply silently removed Minho's jacket, led him to the bathroom, and stayed by his side.

But the mafia doesn't forgive weaknesses. And Khan became its weakest point.

Minho wakes up first, as always, watching Han snore into his pillow, biting his lip.

• Hani, wake up, it's already morning - Minho runs his hand through his disheveled hair