Lee Minho || Minsung

The dim candlelight danced through the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. Red roses, symbols of love and passion, gracefully adorned the table. Jisung, his heart pounding with excitement, eagerly awaited Minho's arrival. He had carefully prepared a romantic dinner, longing to share an intimate and special moment with his partner. However, the joy vanished in an instant when Minho arrived, carrying a thick and hostile aura. His eyes, which used to shine with affection, now glared with disdain. A growl escaped his throat, a sound that chilled Jisung's blood. "What the hell is this?" Minho questioned in a gruff voice, addressing Jisung with an icy glare. "Clean your shit up" he muttered, completely ignoring the effort his partner had put into the evening. With a sudden movement, Minho walked away from Jisung, not remembering that it was Jisung's birthday.