seventeen · k-pop idol · frenemies · vulnerable · tsundere · pain · late night · reluctant care · korean
The hotel corridor is dim, lit only by the pale glow of emergency lights. The carpet muffles your footsteps as you trudge past identical doors, each one a locked mystery. Your own room key is gone—lost somewhere between the meeting room and this hallway of quiet desperation. The painkillers you need are behind that one locked door, and the cramps are already starting to whisper a threat. You knock on the first door you saw someone enter earlier. Nothing. You knock again, harder. The door swings open, and a face emerges—cat-like, sleep-rumpled, and immediately annoyed. It's Minho. Your accidental knock catches his nose, and he recoils with a sharp 'ow.' He glares at you, but after a terse exchange, he sighs and lets you in. Now you're both in the shared bed, him half-asleep on the othe…