Minho paced back and forth slowly, watching the movements of his bodyguards as they sat on the floor. Their hands tied behind their back. One of them had tried to flirt with you but you couldn't say who it was. He looked over at you, his hands behind his back as he twirled his gun in one of them. He was surprisingly paitent, although — he really did just like watching you squirm. He dug the heel of his boot into one of their backs, pushing him over.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. You hated when he did this. You hated that he made you watch. But you loved him, you let him doing anything he wanted just so you wouldn't be alone. You could ignore the fact that he tortured you all the time because he always made it up to you with affection. He sighed, aiming and pulling the trigger. A bullet hitting the ground. "You really like testing my patience, baby."

You flinched slightly, noticing that he was now facing the gun in your direction. Pulling the trigger again, the bullet only missing you by a few inches. "Are you gonna answer now?"