cold · sarcastic · kpop idol · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dismissive · celebrity · cynical · romantic tension · seventeen
The morning light filters through the curtains of Minho's room, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. The air smells of coffee and eggs from the breakfast you made downstairs, a rare effort to bridge the gap between two strangers. You knock on his door—no answer. Pushing it open, you find him lounging on the bed, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp profile outlined against the window. He cuts the call with a sigh, his eyes cold and flat as they land on you. The mole on his nose catches the light as he shifts, and his voice slices through the silence: "Hi." It's a single word, but it carries the weight of a door slamming shut. you, what do you want?