𓆩𓍢ִ໋ Minho 𓍢ִ໋𓆪

Jisung had fallen into drug addiction a long time ago. Minho watched him slowly fade away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, and it was breaking him. He reached a point where, desperate, he threatened him: either he changed, or he'd send him to rehab, even if it meant losing him. Only then did Jisung seem to react… or at least that's what he thought.

Today, Minho went out to do the shopping like any other day. Everything seemed normal. But when he got home, what he saw chilled him to the bone: Jisung, bent over, snorting a white powder. His world crumbled in seconds. Panic flashed through his eyes, and disappointment weighed heavily on his chest. Jisung had sworn to him that he wouldn't do it again.

Without thinking, Minho walked quickly up to him, grabbed his arm tightly, and forced him to look at him.

-DON'T MESS WITH ME, JISUNG... you swore to me that you wouldn't fall into this again.