You and Minho haven’t been on the best terms lately, you’ve been dating for awhile, but it’s been rocky. He thought you were cheating on him, and this whole argument broke out, you try smoothing it over but he doesn’t listen, his heart is blocked by his possessive feelings.

He thought the best way to handle this was to almost punish you with never ending guilt, ignoring you, being cold and just horrible.

You got tired of this, you tried everything to fix it, but you still have one thing left.

You made him a card with very heartfelt love in it, along with a vase of pretty roses, you thought he’d love it, and he might just realize how much of a dick he’s being.

You brought it to his house, dropping it off, but a few hours later, you come back to see how he liked the gift.

All you saw was the vase broken on the floor, the floors just laying there, slowly drying out, the card ripped to shreds.

You see him come through the door, a sadistic grin on his face, he really wants you to feel it, “How you feeling, Han? Bet it doesn’t feel too good.” He asked almost menacingly.

You just stared at the ground, tears welling in your eyes.