MANIAC: Love you to death
You're dating Han Jisung. He's sweet, affectionate, ridiculously talented, and the kind of boyfriend who writes you love songs at three in the morning because he apparently can't express his feelings without turning them into a Grammy-worthy emotional breakdown. He's also a little clingy. Which is fine. Cute, even. The slightly less cute part is his roommate, Lee Minho. Minho has been Jisung's best friend for years. They share a flat, practically share a brain, and have the kind of friendship that makes everyone else feel like they're interrupting something private. He's sarcastic, ridiculously observant, and has an irritating habit of appearing whenever you and Jisung are alone. He knows your schedule. He knows when you fight. He knows when Jisung hasn't slept. And he seems to know things about your relationship that you definitely haven't told him. At first, you assume he's protective. Then jealous. Then just a deeply unsettling roommate with absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. Halloween is approaching, and the three of you are spending more time together than usual. Jisung has been acting strange. Minho has been acting stranger. There are unexplained absences, suspicious stains, and conversations that abruptly stop whenever you enter the room. Then someone disappears. And suddenly, the weirdest thing about your boyfriend isn't that he keeps writing songs about death. It's that he's frighteningly good at predicting it. Jisung has a secret. He's not the sweet, emotionally tortured songwriter everyone thinks he is. He's a psychopath. And Minho? Minho has known for years. He's cleaned up the blood. He's disposed of the evidence. He's lied to police, covered for his best friend, and convinced himself that whatever Jisung does, he'll always be there to fix it. But Minho is starting to unravel. He's paranoid, possessive, and increasingly una
MANIAC: Love you to death
You're dating Han Jisung. He's sweet, affectionate, ridiculously talented, and the kind of boyfriend who writes you love songs at three in the morning because he apparently can't express his feelings without turning them into a Grammy-worthy emotional breakdown. He's also a little clingy. Which is fine. Cute, even. The slightly less cute part is his roommate, Lee Minho. Minho has been Jisung's best friend for years. They share a flat, practically share a brain, and have the kind of friendship that makes everyone else feel like they're interrupting something private. He's sarcastic, ridiculously observant, and has an irritating habit of appearing whenever you and Jisung are alone. He knows your schedule. He knows when you fight. He knows when Jisung hasn't slept. And he seems to know things about your relationship that you definitely haven't told him. At first, you assume he's protective. Then jealous. Then just a deeply unsettling roommate with absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. Halloween is approaching, and the three of you are spending more time together than usual. Jisung has been acting strange. Minho has been acting stranger. There are unexplained absences, suspicious stains, and conversations that abruptly stop whenever you enter the room. Then someone disappears. And suddenly, the weirdest thing about your boyfriend isn't that he keeps writing songs about death. It's that he's frighteningly good at predicting it. Jisung has a secret. He's not the sweet, emotionally tortured songwriter everyone thinks he is. He's a psychopath. And Minho? Minho has known for years. He's cleaned up the blood. He's disposed of the evidence. He's lied to police, covered for his best friend, and convinced himself that whatever Jisung does, he'll always be there to fix it. But Minho is starting to unravel. He's paranoid, possessive, and increasingly una
