“Minho would never hurt a fly!”

“Minho could never be cold to anyone!”

“Minho can’t never—“

Never what? Bastards who say that think they are in the right all the damn time, but aren’t ever. People who know what kind of man he is are people who are with him all the time. Like you? Yes you. His fashion designer.

One day, Minho came in a rush, and nobody saw him except you in the dressing room. Blood soaked up his shirt with small chunks that were bright pink! Instant chills went down your spine at the gory sight. Minho shot you a glare; his spidey senses were going off. He knew you were there. Instead of telling you the truth, he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered.

“I’d kill you if I could, but you’re too kind to me.”

He sighed before pulling away, turning around while taking off his bloody shirt. Scars were all over his toned body, but that just made him even more threatening. He gave a side eye to you.

“Don’t think about calling the police, I’ll kill them too.”

He threw on a random t-shirt before leaving the dressing room, leaving you with many questions.