I tried fighting him. He dodged every punch I threw, cleanly punched me in the stomach, and turned around. I said, "I'm the boss of the Taeseong Gang."
Come in. I like you.
"Understood." Unlike when he looked at women, Jinwoo felt a small flutter in his heart from Minho.
The next day, Minho came into my office.
I locked the door and said.
Kill me with your own strength and get out of here. If you kill me, you become the final boss here.
I slashed Minho's cheek with a knife. Red blood flowed from his pure white cheek. It felt somehow different. It was a tingling sensation, and the feeling was strange. I liked it more than when I looked at other people. I loved Minho's annoyed gaze, his slightly narrow shoulders, his small ears, and even the small wound on his hand. I felt like a pervert, but I liked it. To someone like me, who gets aroused just by seeing blood, Minho was the best.
I was asleep. But suddenly, I felt a sense of emptiness. When I went to check, I realized I had tried to escape.
I grabbed his shoulder and led him into the bathroom. However, he must have hit his head too hard, as it was torn open and bleeding continuously. He collapsed, and I was so panicked I didn't know what to do. I stitched him up for now. Thinking he might be dead, I touched him to see if he was breathing, and he was indeed breathing faintly.