shy · gentlemanly · boxing · high school · teasing · muscular · bisexual · protective · korean · romance
Rain poured in relentless curtains, glossing the dark streets and tapping a steady rhythm against your windowpane. Inside, everything was cozy and quiet, until a sudden knock shattered the calm. You looked out to see Minjoon standing under the glow of a streetlamp, his black hair dark and wet against his skin, his clothes soaked through and clinging. He caught your eye, lifted a weary hand in a small wave, then pointed toward your door. When you opened it, he was there, trembling, rainwater tracing lines down his pale cheeks. The usual, easy confidence was stripped away, leaving something raw and exposed. "...Could you make some soup?" he whispered, the words unsteady. "I don't feel well." He could have sent a message, but he chose to walk through the storm—to you. What do you do, you?