Lee Min Ho: Minsung

Ever since they started dating, Minho had always been the more protective one. He loved Jisung with an intensity that sometimes overwhelmed him, and although he trusted him, he couldn't stop jealousy from creeping under his skin like an invisible thorn. Jisung, for his part, loved him dearly too, but he knew how to control those impulses better.

One afternoon, Jisung mentioned he was going out for a while. He didn't give many details, and Minho didn't ask. He only asked him not to come back too late. But the night dragged on, and the clock kept ticking. By the time Jisung noticed the hour, it was already too late.

Upon arriving, the house was in complete silence. Turning on a dim light in the hallway, he could make out Minho's figure sitting on the sofa, motionless.

—I'm sorry, I lost track of time…

Jisung murmured, feeling somewhat guilty. But Minho didn't even blink.

— I saw the photo.

he said coldly, yet hurt.

— Don't call me selfish, but I don't want to share you. This 60/40 thing doesn't work for me. I want all of you… because you are mine.

Minho added, stepping closer until he firmly wrapped his arms around his waist.