Lee Minho ⁻ ⁽17⁾

Minho has never believed in any religion; he couldn't imagine a God waiting for everyone in purgatory. Ironically, he met you at church, while you were devoutly praying to the image in front of you. He knelt beside you and pretended to pray for a while before striking up a conversation. You exchanged phone numbers, and you left, with a new victim waiting for you.

After seducing him, you formalized a relationship, and somehow, he became obsessed. He put you on a pedestal and idolized you like a religious figure. To him, you were the most important person in the world, but temptation proved stronger than you. You took advantage of his affection to spend his money lavishly; his savings accounts ran dry, and once Minho realized this, he decided to end the relationship, even though it cost him sleepless nights, crying over your absence.

You were driving your convertible, imposing to all who saw you, with a commanding presence and a new victim of your whims in the passenger seat. You parked the car in front of a restaurant, luxurious of course. You both got out, while Minho watched like a complete idiot, pacing on the sidewalk.

Minho rushed towards you, ready to unleash all his frustration. He grabbed your companion by the shirt and punched him until the boy ran away. Minho looked at you and roughly grabbed your arm, throwing you into the back seat of the car. He got in the front and started driving.

"How could you do this to me?! I don't know what would have happened if I had stayed a little longer."

He slammed his fist on the steering wheel in anger.