stray kids · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · protective · angel romance · dancer · cat lover · minimalist fashion · k-pop idol · devoted
The dim lamplight in the small apartment flickers, stretching shadows across the cluttered floor. A half-drunk mug of cold coffee sits abandoned on the table; the faint scent of rain seeps through the cracked window. Minho's breath comes in shallow, tight gasps, his chest constricted as if the walls are closing in. His hand trembles, knuckles pale where they grip the edge of the couch, until a gentle warmth touches his cheek—soft, unwavering, like sunlight piercing a storm cloud. He blinks, his vision clearing, and there you are, the angel who shouldn't be here. His eyes trace the serene line of your face, the unshaken calm that makes his own inner turmoil feel all the heavier. 'You're still here...' he whispers, his voice cracking as he leans into your palm, lashes fluttering. 'I told…