Who Killed my Boyfriend |Hyunho|

Deception's Dance✨

Hyunjin's POV:

As I moved to put my things down, I saw a familiar face. My entire body froze. There, sitting calmly, was Minho. He looked at me with a half-smile, his presence a chilling reminder of our encounter. My heart raced, and I forced myself to maintain composure in front of the class.

I tried to ignore him until the class was over. Everyone started preparing their drawing equipment and canvases, and I noticed Minho flipping through the brushes, seeming unsure of what to choose. I approached his seat, keeping my voice low. "Might I have a word?" I asked. He nodded, and we walked outside, aware of the curious glances from the students.

Once outside the building, I turned to face him, my voice tense. "What are you doing here?"

Minho's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, a half-smile playing on his lips. "I want to learn drawing. What's wrong with that?" he replied, his tone annoyingly nonchalant.

His gaze piercing, and his presence intimidating. He had a way of making every interaction feel like a game. he always had the upper hand. Even now, there was a predatory glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed the discomfort he was causing me.

"You can't just show up here," I said, struggling to keep my composure.

"Why not?" he countered smoothly. "It's a free country, isn't it? I thought this was an art class, not a private club."

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. "This isn't about art, Minho. You know exactly why you're here, and it has nothing to do with learning how to draw."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Careful, Hyunjin. You wouldn't want to make a scene, would you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Minho, stop this," I yelled, placing my hand on my forehead in disbelief.

"Okay, okay, we need to talk," he said.

"You could have looked for my number instead of showing up at my workplace," I said.

"Oh, come on, Hyunjin. It was much more fun this way," he replied with a grin. His indifference infuriated me, and I moved closer, my anger bubbling over.

"Everything in my life was destroyed in less than a year, and now you come with your arrogant behavior, trying to have fun?" I grabbed his collar, my voice trembling with rage.

Minho's smile faded as he gently removed my hand. His eyes, usually filled with a playful glint, now bore a serious intensity. "Don't be dramatic. I'll wait here until you finish your class," he said calmly, turning on his heel and walking towards his car.

Minho was playing a dangerous game, and I was caught in the middle of it. Despite doing everything he asked—keeping my mouth shut and not telling Changbin anything—he was still following me. Why? It couldn't just be because I lied about my name. There had to be something else, something deeper.

As I walked back to the class, my mind raced. What was Minho's true motive? Was it simply a power play, or was there a hidden agenda?

As the class continued, it was clear that most students were distracted today. I could hear whispering here and there: "He is so handsome," "Is he his boyfriend?" My face turned to a grimace when I heard the last comment. I turned to face them, frustration boiling over. "That's all for today. We'll meet tomorrow," I said abruptly and left the room.

I walked outside, heading to my car. Just as I reached for the door handle, Minho appeared and placed his hand on the door, stopping me. "We'll go in my car," he said, nodding towards his vehicle.

"I'll drive myself, thank y—" I began, but Minho interrupted by grabbing my arm. His grip was firm yet not painful, an unsettling combination of dominance and restraint.