When Minho returned home late at night, he realized one important thing. You weren't at home, and neither were your things.

Shit!

Minho cursed, pulling off his bloodstained hoodie and heading into the room. By the smell in the apartment, he realized that you had recently left, and when he saw your bloodstained T-shirt in the laundry basket, he realized that he had made a mistake. A serious mistake.

Fuck you...

Minho cursed, taking out his phone and dialing your number, which was unavailable. The guy took a clean hoodie out of the closet and, already putting it on, left the apartment. He had a goal- to find you and talk to you. It looks like he should have told me everything a long time ago.