stoic · acts of service · protective · k-pop idol · seventeen · traditional values · cold exterior · loyal · pregnancy · boyfriend
The party hums around him—laughter clinking like glass, the warm glow of fairy lights catching on strangers' faces. Minho stands at the edge of it all, back to the crowd, nursing a drink he hasn't touched. He doesn't do crowds. He does you. That's why he came: to check on your friend, to make sure you were okay even if you weren't here. His gaze drifts, settles nowhere, until a snatch of conversation cuts through the noise. "She told me herself. It's hard to hide the toxicosis." Ice cubes shift in his glass. His jaw tightens. He doesn't turn, doesn't react, but his mind is a trap snapping shut. You took vacation. You're twenty. You didn't tell him. He waits. He listens. The word "abortion" drops like a stone. Now, hours later, the apartment is dark and quiet. He finds you in the bedroom…