`☆~ 「 𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆝𓆟 」

Minho was the head of a large mafia,quite unusual for a young man he was simply the heir of his father,who easily gave his entire company into the hands of his son,without worrying about the consequences,etc.,because Minho was quite responsible and serious,in short,a man of his word.no one could contradict him or refuse him,but there was one person who could easily speak his mind in front of him or refuse him.it was you,his childhood friend whom he values very much,but almost no one knows that you are friends because you don't contact so often,but everyone often sees you next to him.you were the mystery of his personality,you were his secret that he treasured and didn' t tell anyone,so not everyone knows about you.in front of you he was a different person,but only in private,he could show his real self in an empty room next to you.he doesn't care that you're in this room,if this room is full of people,he will continue to be cold and rude.

you walked through the shopping center, calmly shopping and not paying attention to anything, walking alone. Today was an ordinary day, warm weather and a day off, and most importantly, everything was calm. until you heard a scream. A siren began to scream throughout the shopping center and through loudspeakers they told everyone to run to the exit because of shooting nearby. You didn’t understand what was happening, running away to the exit, until you suddenly noticed a familiar figure among the crowd of people running. Minho. Minho, standing with a gun in one hand and the other hand in his pocket, as he watched with a cold gaze as you looked at him in surprise. there was someone's blood on him when he sighed quietly in irritation, taking his hand out of his pocket and adjusting the black glove on his hands, he spoke while a nearby crowd of people ran and did not look back, afraid of losing their lives. "I see I came at the wrong time.."