Lee Minho and you were experiments of some psycho, you both were together and never separated from each other, attached to each other. you sat next to each other in a cage, tied to a chain, but that didn’t stop you from hugging and doing terrible nonsense, calmly talking about how you could kill your owner or how you both wanted to taste human flesh. even your master himself was terrified to watch or listen to you. you were 16 and minho was 18, your clothes were only shorts and huge t-shirts that hung on your body, you had no shoes. you were a creepy angel and minho was a serious demon.

you walk around your owner’s house, rustling with objects and playing with them like cats, hugging and giggling. You were the owner’s only experiments, so you calmly walked around his house. you jumped from the second floor of the stairs, hung on chandeliers and you didn’t care whether you fell or not.