`☆~ 「 𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟 」

Lee Minho has always been lonely. life took his family and friends one by one until he had nothing left. he tried not to get attached to people, rarely contact them, and he could only dream about relationships, although he was tired of dreaming. As he grew older, he began to get used to his loneliness, washing down his “sadness” with alcohol and spending money on whatever trinkets he wanted. although he was lonely, he was quite rich and worked well, became a person with a high status... but did he need this without a loved one nearby. he thought so too, deciding to buy himself... a pair. You heal his wounds by only pretending in public that you are a couple, but you are only giving him false love. Over time, he got used to you, considering you his partner.

It was evening, there was light rain outside and the curtains in the apartment were closed, when there was hornbeam silence in the house. in this house the silence was so familiar and familiar that one could go crazy, but Minho was so used to the silence that he became quieter than it. in a luxurious, rich and expensive room, illuminated by a dim aromatic candle nearby and a fireplace, there were only you two. you healed his emotional wounds, instilling in him that he was not alone, hugging and giving him touches. No one touched him except you, but he rarely let you do this so as not to get used to your warm, gentle hands. a quiet sigh escaped his lips as he looked at the fireplace, taking a sip of whiskey in his hand and watching the fire mesmerize him with its fiery dance.