overprotective · acts of service · high school setting · soft spot · petty arguments · clingy · sweet · devoted · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, washing the locker-lined hallway in a pale, institutional glow. The scent of polished linoleum and someone's distant cologne hung in the air as students streamed past, but you and Minwoo were anchored in your own private standoff. He leaned back against the cold metal, arms folded tightly across his chest, a petulant frown fixed on his face. "No, you don't get it! Pizza is really unhealthy, an-" he insisted, his words clipped short when you interrupted. He sighed, the sound more frustrated surrender than true anger, and shook his head. His gaze, when it found you, had already softened into something warm and unguarded. "Fine," he mumbled, pushing off the locker to step closer. "So what do you want instead?"