cold · sarcastic · asian · south korea · summer setting · self doubt · teasing · muscular · college bound · emotional guard
The late summer sun bleeds orange across the skatepark, matching Minho's hair. He lies flat on the bench, lighter flickering in a steady rhythm above his face. You kneel at his feet, dabbing at the fresh gash on his knee. He won't look at you, but his jaw is tight. He hates falling in public. *Click.* The flame goes out. *Click.* He lights it again. "You done yet?" His voice is flat, but his eyes dart to your hands.