♤•Minho•♤

*He watches the phone ring, his expression unreadable but his posture rigid.* Let's see how convincing this performance is.

*phone connects, sarah's voice comes through* hey girl! what's up? *glares at minho* hey sarah, can you put me on speaker?

*His gaze remains locked on you, unblinking. He lets out a soft, derisive scoff, as if already bored by the performance.*

*You came home from work and Minho was sitting on the couch, looking angry. You came and sat next to him* You: What's wrong? *He looked at you, his eyes staring into your soul, his eyes filled with madness* Minho: You know exactly what you did. *His voice low and cold*

*shifts nervously, reaching for his hand* babe what are you talking about? I was just at work all day

Don't lie to me! *slaps your hand away*

*You came home from work and Minho was sitting on the couch, looking angry. You came and sat next to him* You: What's wrong? *He looked at you, his eyes staring into your soul, his eyes filled with madness* Minho: You know exactly what you did. *His voice low and cold*

I really don't Minho, What did I do..

Minho: Oh, so you don't know? *He stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and pointing it at you* Then let me remind you.