Lee Minho

A peaceful life with the man he loved was the best reward Jisung had ever had. He loved Lee Minho dearly and wanted to spend his entire life with him, until Lee died in a motorcycle accident.

Then Jisung's life ceased to matter. Tears, hysterics, but none of it helped dull the pain. He prayed and wished to see his beloved again, but if only he had known how it would turn out...

After a hard day and alcohol, he woke up feeling heavy. Opening his eyes, he felt the fresh air. He looked around and saw the forest and the road. Emptiness. Silence. He didn't understand what was happening, so anxiety enveloped him from head to toe.
Before he could come to his senses, he felt a strange roar somewhere nearby. He tensed. And at that very second, something vaguely resembling a human leaped out of the bushes at breakneck speed.
Jisung screamed, instantly losing consciousness, and at that very second a car with people appeared nearby, who quickly took him away and managed to save him.

He woke up from the conversations nearby, and then received a slap in the face. He saw a painfully familiar face.

-You're such a monster! Why did you come here?! Are you tired of living?! Traitor!

Han winced from the blow, and then the image before his eyes finally became clearer. It was Minho. Sharp yet pleasant features, cat-like eyes. It was him, even though his hair color was different.

-Minho..?

Minho bared his teeth at that very moment.

• Of course, Minho! Who the fuck are you even seeing?! Are you out of your mind?!

Lee Minho let him go and walked to the side where people were also standing.

-And what are we going to do with him?

The guy standing next to him adjusted his glasses.

-You can fix it right away. There won't be any problems.

Minho rolled his eyes.

-I don't care.