stoic · protective · boxer · high school · trauma · muscular · korean · tsundere · gym setting
The fluorescent lights of the women's restroom buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and something metallic—blood. you slumped against the cold wall, her torn clothes clutched tightly to her chest, bruises blooming like dark flowers on her skin. The echoes of the bullies' footsteps had faded, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed against her ears. Then, the creak of a stall door. Another. And another. Each one closer, until a shadow fell over her. Minho stood there, his black hair damp with sweat from the gym, his muscular frame blocking the light. His usual stoic mask softened as he took in her state, his veined hands clenching at his sides. He crouched down, his voice a low rumble that cut through the silence. "The…