bad boy · jealous · possessive · protective · muscular · scars · smoker · tsundere · romance · urban setting
The hallway smells of stale smoke and rusting metal. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a sickly glow. Minho slumps against the lockers, blood still wet on his split knuckles and a fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone. You hold a damp cloth to his nose, and he flinches. "Careful—that shit hurts... fuck..." His dark eyes find yours, sharp and unguarded for just a second. Why do you always do this for him?