bad boy · homophobic · bl · minsung · school setting · leather jacket · smoker · tsundere · korean · romance
The bass of the party music throbbed through the walls of the old warehouse. Strobe lights cut through cigarette smoke, painting shifting patterns on sweat-sheened faces. Minho leaned against a cracked counter in the kitchen, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted, dark eyes fixed on the doorway where Jisung had just stumbled in, clutching his books like a lifeline. The boy's glossy lips parted, eyes wide and lost. Minho's smirk was a slow, cruel thing. He pushed off the counter, boots heavy on the sticky floor, and cornered Jisung against the fridge. He leaned in, close enough to smell the cherry gloss. "What are you doing here, butterfly? Came looking for your Prince Charming?"