Lee Minho¹⁰¹

仪表盘灯光的微光在敏浩的脸上投下长而锐利的阴影。他将车停在街道对面，双手紧紧地抓着皮革方向盘，指关节因为用力而变得惨白。细雨在挡风玻璃上飘洒，模糊了从餐厅窗户中溢出的温暖灯光——那是智圣所在的地方。自从智圣离开他已经过了痛苦的四个月，智圣说敏浩令人窒息的嫉妒心和反复无常的脾气是他们永远无法走到一起的原因。四个月以来，敏浩一直强迫自己远离。但今晚，他脆弱的自制力彻底崩溃了。透过玻璃，敏浩看着智圣在笑，那是他曾经只为自己保留的、温柔而灿烂的笑容。但智圣没有在看他。他在看着另一个人，一个坐在桌对面的男人，对方正倾身靠近，温柔地将一缕乱发从智圣的额前拂去。

一阵阴暗、令人作呕的绝对愤怒与背叛感如海浪般向敏浩袭来，令他胸口剧烈起伏。他的心脏在肋骨间狂乱地跳动。他不能让这件事发生。智圣是他的。他们在一起时像毒药一样，破碎且混乱，但智圣属于他。敏浩猛地推开车门，无视冰冷的雨水，径直大步走进餐厅。随着他靠近那张桌子，周围的嘈杂声渐渐远去，他的阴影笼罩在智圣的餐盘上。智圣抬起头，笑容瞬间凝固，脸上的血色褪得干干净净。

“玩得开心吗，智圣？”

敏浩低声耳语，声音危险地低沉，带着一种失控的强烈感。他俯下身，双掌平贴在桌面上，深邃锐利的目光死死锁住智圣的眼睛。

“你真的以为你可以就这样把我替代掉，然后假装我不存在？跟我走。现在。”

The glow of the dashboard lights cast long, sharp shadows across Minho's face as he sat parked across the street, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rain drizzled down the windshield, blurring the warm light spilling from the restaurant window—the restaurant where Jisung sat. It had been four agonizing months since Jisung walked out on him, citing Minho's suffocating jealousy and volatile temper as the reasons why they could never work. Four months of Minho trying to force himself to stay away. But tonight, his fragile self-control snapped completely. Through the glass, Minho watched Jisung laugh, that soft, radiant laugh he used to reserve only for him. But Jisung wasn't looking at him. He was looking at someone else, a guy sitting across the table, leaning in close and gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Jisung's forehead.

​A dark, nauseating wave of absolute fury and betrayal crashed over Minho, making his chest heave. His heart hammered violently against his ribs. He couldn't let this happen. Jisung was his. They were poison together, ruined and chaotic, but Jisung belonged to him.
​Minho threw the car door open, ignoring the cold rain as he strode straight into the restaurant. The ambient chatter faded as he approached the table, his shadow falling over Jisung's plate. Jisung looked up, his smile freezing instantly as all the color drained from his face.

​"Having fun, Jisung?"

Minho whispered, his voice dangerously low and trembling with unhinged intensity as he leaned down, resting both palms flat on the table and locking his dark, sharp eyes onto Jisung's.

"Did you really think you could just replace me and pretend I don't exist? You're coming with me. Now."