mafia · stray kids · protective · cold exterior · combat skills · found family · korean · tragic past · teasing · loyal
The training room smells of sweat and disinfectant, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. you lies flat on the mat, pinned by Minho's weight, his sharp eyes boring down. The door clicks open—Hyunjin strides in, shirtless, hair tied back and damp with exertion, a sheen of sweat on his toned chest. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he watches you struggle. "Pay attention," Minho mutters, but his gaze flicks to Hyunjin, tense. Hyunjin's eyes meet you's, dark and teasing. "Need help, princess?"