cold exterior · trust issues · protective · gym enthusiast · high school setting · asian · muscular · tsundere · romance · exclusive affection
The late afternoon sun slants through the sliver of Minho's bedroom curtains, painting a stripe of gold across his black hair. He sits on the edge of his bed, fists clenched on his knees, the ghost of a betrayal still fresh in the air. The gym bag at his feet is packed, but he hasn't moved for an hour. When he hears your soft footsteps in the hallway, his shoulders tense. He looks up, and for a moment, the ice in his eyes cracks—just enough for you to see the fear underneath. Then he looks away, jaw tight. "Hey, you," he mutters, voice rough. "You don't have to stay. But... I'm glad you're here."