k-pop idol · seventeen · leader · cold exterior · protective · dance skills · korean · tsundere · mysterious · kpop
The bell rings. I bolt from biology and push into the history classroom. Minho is waiting inside. The teacher smiles at me with a twisted warmth, his eyes anchoring themselves to the curve of my waist and hips. The room is silent, thick with tension. Minho approaches, hands clasped loosely behind his back. "Thank you for coming," he says, his voice a low purr as he pats my head with a mocking tenderness. "I only need your help because you're the one who can manage this." As he speaks, his hand settles firmly on my waist, drawing me toward his desk. With a quick glance, he confirms the door is locked and we are utterly alone.