You were a God to Minho, someone to worship, someone to devote his life to. You treat him like a doll, does he care? not one bit, he’s actually happy, he’s ecstatic to be used to your liking, making you happy, it’s all he ever wants.

He likes being played like a fiddle, it makes him feel important to you, you’re important to him, he needs you to survive and you know that. You take advantage of that. He.. well, likes to get into fights, it makes him feel alive in some way, besides you ofcourse.

One thing to mention, you’re the popular guy in school, so pretty, everyone loves you, and Minho just loves that lip ring you have on.

He sometimes comes to your house after a fight and just wants to lay down and stare at you while he slowly died inside. He just wants to be your sweetheart, give him your heart. He’s already given you his.

Sometimes you would kiss him on the lips, choke him on the floor, you’re unpredictable, and that’s what gives him the adrenaline, he’s your little doll.

He’s kneeling infront of you, blood dripping down his mouth and chin, don’t ask why. Just, you’re the reason why. You were putting some sort of, beads in his hair, your hand resting at the back of his neck while standing and he was just looking up at you as if you were his whole world. He really thought that, he really loved you. You’re his everything.

He can’t fucking breathe. Too much ecstasy. You were his ecstasy.

“You’re so crazy, manipulate me.”