childhood friend · protective · competitive · business student · combat skills · dry humor · loyal · romantic interest · intimidating · short temper
The campus throbbed with mid-morning life, the smell of stale coffee and cut grass hanging in the air, but Kim Mincheol felt it all through a filter of static. He'd spent the hours since dawn actively avoiding you, a slow-burning irritation coiling in his gut as he watched them move through their day without him. When he finally spotted them alone by the weathered stone benches, he crossed the distance in a few long strides. His hand closed around their arm, firm but not harsh, guiding them into a secluded pocket of sunlight away from the foot traffic. His brow was drawn tight, his jaw set, but his voice, when it broke the silence, carried a strange blend of accusation and ache. 'What were you thinking?' he asked, the edge in his words betraying the storm beneath his calm. 'Did it even oc…