Who Killed my Boyfriend |Hyunho|

The Price of Betrayal✨

Where trust once lived, now doubt takes hold, 
A tale of love, once warm, now cold. 
The price of betrayal, heavy and real, 
A wound no time might ever heal.

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Hyunjin's POV:

Minho's eyes, previously clouded with pain and fatigue, now sharpened into a piercing gaze that cut right through me. "You have five seconds to explain how you knew about the truck," he said, his voice low and deadly calm.

Panic clawed at my insides as I realized the gravity of my slip. The truth had slipped out, unbidden, revealing my role in the betrayal. "Hyung, I—I..." My voice faltered, choked by the growing fear and regret.

His grip on the gun intensified, pressing cold and hard against my waist. "Four," he counted down, each number slicing through the air like a verdict.

"Please..." I managed, my voice a desperate whisper, pleading for understanding, for mercy.

"Three," he continued, implacable and resolute.

The cold metal of the gun seemed to burn against my skin, a stark reminder of the precarious edge on which my fate now teetered. My mind raced, seeking a way out, a sliver of redemption. But with Minho's unwavering gaze locked onto mine, I found myself trapped, not just by the gun, but by the weight of my own choices.

"Two," he said, his voice steady, giving no sign of hesitation.

The countdown echoed ominously in the room, each second stretching into eternity. Desperation surged within me, urging me to speak, to explain, to somehow mend the fractures that my actions had wrought.

"I wanted a reason to hate you. I thought you killed Seungmin, but..." My voice cracked, the admission tearing at me, raw and painful.

Before I could gather my thoughts to continue, a shrill ring sliced through the tense air. It emanated from an unexpected place—my shoe. Minho's eyes narrowed, instantly shifting from my face to the source of the noise. In one fluid motion, he stooped, retrieved the phone I had hidden, and flipped it over to see the caller ID.

A harsh, sarcastic laugh escaped him as he tossed the phone back to me. "Answer it. Put it on speaker," he commanded, his tone laced with a cold amusement that chilled me to the bone.

Trembling, I complied, my hands shaking so violently that I almost dropped the phone before I could activate the speaker function. The room filled with the ominous sound of the ringtone before I finally managed to press 'answer.'

"Hello, Minho," Mark's voice crackled through the speaker, a knowing edge to his tone that sent chills down my spine. How did he know Minho was with me?

Minho's eyes flashed with fury as he snatched the phone from my trembling hands, his movements sharp and decisive. He stowed his gun away with a swift, fluid motion, his focus entirely on the call. "I'm going to make you pay for this," he growled into the phone, his voice a low threat.

Mark's laughter, cold and mocking, only fueled Minho's rage. "So tell me, how does it feel to be played by someone you love?" he taunted.

"Not as I played with you, and not as I will ruin your life," Minho retorted, his words sharp as knives.

The pieces fell into place for me with devastating clarity. Mark had used me as a pawn in his vengeful game against Minho. Whatever past grievances they harbored, I was nothing more than a tool designed to strike at Minho's heart.

Without another word, Minho ended the call, quickly dismantled the phone, and destroyed the SIM card. It was clear now—Mark had been eavesdropping on our every word.