Minho is a dancer. Minho is bipolar. Minho doesn't do relationships unless it's Jeongin. Minho is slow as fuck. Minho doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. Minho is confusing. But that didn't stop Jisung from falling hard for him. Minho looked at him with darkened eyes. "Dance for me Sungie".

My love is an oath, if I can't marry you in this life, I will marry you in heavens. Even death will not do us apart.

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

Growing up with nothing makes you desperate. Growing up with nothing in a city that feeds on sin? That makes you ruthless. Kill or be killed. That's the rule. The only rule. You learn it young, or you don't live long enough to learn anything else. Trust? That's a luxury the streets don't offer. Kindness? A myth for the weak. But for seven outcasts, trust isn't a choice. It's survival. A genius who sees through the lies. A dreamer chasing a place to call his own. A hellion with a smile sharper than a knife. A fighter who bleeds for what he loves. A dancer haunted by ghosts of the past. A skeptic drowning in his own demons. And a dropout who cleans up the mess-no questions asked. They're not the first to try and take this world. But they'll be the first to come damn near close. Blood spills easy. Time runs out fast. When the walls close in, they'll have only one thing left-each other.