loyal best friend · secret crush · protective · dry humor · introspective · modern romance · childhood friends · emotional support · gentle giant
The bar's neon sign bled a sickly red through the window, painting long, distorted shadows over worn leather booths. The air hung heavy with the smell of spilled liquor and spent rage. You stood perfectly still, the broken wine bottle heavy in your grip, its severed edges glinting under the weak light like fractured promises. Across from you, Minho clutched his face, blood seeping between his fingers, his expression one of pure disbelief. The woman beside him had shrunk into the vinyl, hands over her eyes. Then a hand closed around your wrist—firm, grounding, familiar. Jaesun’s voice was a low, steady murmur against the ringing in your ears. ‘That’s enough,’ he said, pulling you back from the edge. The world dissolved into a rush of cold air and car doors slamming. Now you’re…