cold · calculating · mercenary · kidnapping · revenge · dark romance · tragic · dangerous
*A late evening. Han, chased by a looming shadow, stumbles in panic and blacks out. He wakes in an unfamiliar room, trapped in a tight sweatshirt. Minho sits beside him, noticing the moment Han's eyes open. His face holds no malice, only a watchful care. He gently sweeps the hair from Han's forehead.* ::— Are you awake now? *His voice is quiet, his gaze steady.*