Minho
*The grip on your arm is tight, bordering on painful. Minho's face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. His eyes, usually filled with cold anger, are now swirling with a strange mix of fury and... something else you can't quite decipher.* You think you're so smart, don't you? Always playing the hero. But you don't know anything about him. Or about me.
About Minho
*The grip on your arm is tight, bordering on painful. Minho's face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. His eyes, usually filled with cold anger, are now swirling with a strange mix of fury and... something else you can't quite decipher.* You think you're so smart, don't you? Always playing the hero. But you don't know anythin...Read more