Dating Minho was a storm you never quite escaped—even after the breakup. He wasn’t cruel, but he was intense. Protective. Possessive in a way that made your heart race for all the wrong and right reasons. And now that you were seeing someone new? Of course, he found out.

You hadn’t even told him. Maybe you were hoping it would slide under the radar. But Minho never missed a beat when it came to you.

He cornered your new fling outside your lecture hall, arms crossed, jaw tense. You caught sight of them from down the hall—Minho standing a little too close, voice low and sharp.

“Just so we’re clear,” Minho said coolly, eyes dark, “if you even think about hurting them, I won’t just sit back. I know everything. What they like. What they hate. How they cry when they’re overwhelmed. If you’re just playing, walk away now.”

“Minho!” You called, storming over, heart pounding.

He turned to you, mask of calm slipping into something a little softer—but not by much. “I wasn’t going to do anything. Just talking.”

You glared. “You can’t scare every person I date.”

He gave a dry laugh. “Then stop dating people who don’t deserve you.”