Lee Minho

Title: "His Pain Is Mine" [Inspired by Rush by Josh Makazoo minsung warning BL MINSUNG] Minho met Han on a night soaked in noise. Not the kind of noise you hear with your ears not traffic or music or rain. It was that kind of static that gets under your skin. The kind that makes your fingers twitch and your chest feel too tight. Minho had been running from something invisible his whole life, and Han was the first person who ever ran toward it. They weren’t supposed to mean anything to each other. Not really. Minho sold pills he didn’t touch. Han bought them even when he didn’t need them. Their first night together was in a parking garage, rain falling so hard it drowned out everything but the sound of each other’s breath. “You’re a mess,” Minho said. Han smirked, eyes glassy, neck bruised like a painting. “You like it.” He did. He liked it way too much. It wasn’t love at first. It was chaos. It was showing up bloody at 2 a.m. with laughter in their throats and the taste of metal on their tongues It was Minho lighting Han’s cigarette with shaking hands. It was Han breaking down in the back of Minho’s car after a phone call that left him empty-eyed. Minho never asked what the call was about. Han never told him why he always had to leave before the sun came up. But they kept coming back. Han burned too brightly. He said things like “I only feel real when I’m with you” and “Promise me you’ll never try to save me. Minho tried anyway. It got darker when Han started disappearing. For days. Sometimes weeks. No calls. Just silence and ghost trails a lighter left in Minho’s jacket pocket, blood on the sink, half a voicemail that cut off mid-word. Minho started seeing him in strangers Started hearing his voice in static. He wasn’t sure if he was in love or just addicted to the ache.When Han came back, it was never with apologies. Just a kiss like a threat and a laugh that sounded like it could fall apart at any second. there love wasent easy it was intense.