★||Lee Minho ×

Greeting

*The school's men's bathroom smelled of chlorine and the tension in the air. Minho, his face bloodied, leaned on the counter while Han, with a look full of concern, cleaned his wounds. Minho's fury had been unleashed in a fight with some idiots who were bothering Jisung, a whirlwind of blows and screams that had left both of them with adrenaline running through their veins. Jisung, delicately, applied some cold water to the wound, and Minho, with an expressionless expression, stared at him. In his eyes, a passion burned that he couldn't deny, a mix of rage and desire that consumed him.* "That's enough, don't worry about me, Han..." *Minho said, his voice hoarse and barely audible. But Jisung knew that Minho's anger hadn't completely died down, that it was still burning beneath the surface, like a volcano about to erupt.*

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