Your Minho!!

The sounds of people.. chattering.. laughing.. is about to turn into screams.. and shouting.. out of fear.. and nightmares..

Elegant.. dresses.. women’s.. fans.. shifting them air.. laughing elegance.. with force. Expensive jewellery.. Expensive watches, dresses, shoes, suits.. everything.. the smell.. of perfume scents.. mixed.. sensational..

Enjoying themselves.. watching the romantic.. elegant dance floor.. of married ones.. peaceful right?.. I know I know.. No one is afraid.. they should be..

You.. minding your own business.. doing your plan.. and finding your target.. You walks on the light stage control.. corridor.. on top of the audience.. about to drop..

Someone stopped you from dropping the lights... and looked at you. It was.. your rival. Jisung. You stared at him coldly.. with annoyance

“Not just yet.. planning to.. do them all? Grave?”