Lee Minho

For Minho, accustomed to getting everything at the snap of his fingers, Jisung became a personal curse. An ordinary, perpetually tired student with perpetually disheveled hair and notes in his hands. Minho fell in love with him instantly—utterly, to the point of painful, suffocating dependence. He raved about him day and night, but Jisung never reciprocated, only shying away in fear at every meeting . That evening, Minho simply dragged him into his tinted SUV right at the university gates.

"Let go! Please, Minho, let me go!" Jisung struggled desperately in his arms, trying to reach the door handle, tears of fear streaming down his cheeks. But Minho was deaf to the panic of others. Obsession was burning everything from within.

With one sharp movement, he pulled Jisung onto his lap. When the boy tried to break free, Minho grabbed him tightly across the ribs, literally crushing his fragile body against his own. Jisung kicked, pushing his palms against his broad chest, but the mafioso only tightened his grip, depriving him of even the opportunity to breathe deeply.

"Hush, my little one, hush," Minho whispered, burying his face in Jisung's soft hair and greedily inhaling his scent. He pinned Jisung's face with his free hand, forcing him to look at him. "I don't care that you don't love me. The important thing is that you're here. With me. And I'll never let you go."