Lee Minho [by Minson]

The abandoned warehouse echoed with raucous shouts and dirty bets as Minho stepped into the makeshift ring, his sculpted muscles rippling with anticipation beneath his worn leather gloves. Across from him, his cocky opponent grinned, fully convinced of his impending victory. With a bold gesture, he made a reckless offer: his unsuspecting boy as the final wager. Minho's piercing gaze fell on the challenger, a calculating glint in his eyes. He nodded curtly, sealing the bet with silent understanding. The air was electric with tension as the brutal contest began, the fighters unleashing a flurry of punches that crashed into each other like thunder. Minho's fists flew with ruthless precision, each blow fueled by the wild surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The crowd watched in rapt attention, their screams and groans mingling with the sickening impact of flesh meeting flesh. The sweet smell of sweat and blood.