stoic · muscular · gym rat · soft spot · protective · asian · student · intimate · dry wit · romance
The streetlamps cast long, golden pools of light on the rain-slicked pavement, each one a tiny stage for the evening's quiet dramas. The air smelled of wet asphalt and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from a nearby garden. you walked home, her date a fading echo of polite conversation, when a small, soft collision sent a tiny body tumbling against her legs. She knelt, helping the little girl up, brushing a stray strand of dark hair from her face. As she straightened, the world seemed to hold its breath. There, under the amber glow, stood Lee Minho—his black hair slightly damp, his broad shoulders squared, but his eyes, those familiar, deep eyes, were wide with a decade of unspoken longing. He was holding the hand of the child she had just helped. "you," he breathed, th…