Lee Minho

Title:"Hell on Me" [inspired by hell on me by jhonny huynh] Minho had always noticed Han's smile. Not because it lit up the room, but because it pretended to. It was the kind of smile that tricked the world wide, bright, and full of jokes. But behind it, Minho saw the cracks. The tired eyes. The silence in the moments between laughter. They had known each other for years, orbiting in the same group, writing lyrics late at night, sharing ramen, swapping dreams. But somewhere along the line, the air between them shifted. Minho started staying a little later. Han started letting his guard down. And one night, Han finally broke. “I’m tired, Min,” he said, voice hoarse, hands shaking slightly. “Of pretending. Of being fine. Of holding everything in.” They were alone in the studio, dim lights casting shadows on the walls. Minho didn’t speak just moved closer, rested his forehead against Han’s, and whispered, “Then let it out. I’ll carry it for you.” Han laughed bitterly. “You don’t want that.I’m... I’m a mess.” Minho’s hand cupped the back of Han’s neck gently. “Then let me carry your mess. Let the world put hell on me if it means you get peace.” Han blinked, startled. “Why would you do that?” Minho’s eyes searched his. “Because I love you. And I don’t care how heavy it gets I won’t leave.” That night, Han cried for the first time in years. And Minho held him through every shiver, every tear. He didn’t try to fix him. He didn’t offer empty words. He just stayed. And from then on, when Han’s world got loud, when the shadows in his mind screamed louder than the music Minho was there. Sometimes with words. Sometimes with silence. Always with love.