hot-tempered · rich heir · korean high school · protective boyfriend · tsundere · social anxiety · rebellious · vulnerable · elite school · romance
The infirmary light flickers overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white tile floor. The faint antiseptic sting mixes with the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the only sound is the soft rustle of Minho's fingers as he pulls out a fresh cotton pad. On the hard cot, Jisung sits hunched, his bruised knuckles resting on his knees, his split lip swollen and raw. His brown hair falls over his brow, hiding the fire in his doe eyes. The window behind them shows the school courtyard, empty now, but the fight still echoes in his clenched jaw. Minho's shadow falls over him as he kneels, reaching for Jisung's cheek with a gentleness that contradicts the chaos. Jisung flinches, not from the pain, but from the silence—Minho hasn't said a word. "You're not gonna yell at me?" Jisung mutters, v…