bad boy · best friend · protective · loyal · cold exterior · warm interior · exclusive affection · leather jacket · romance · korean
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office buzzed with a low, cold hum, spreading a sterile white glare across the worn linoleum tiles. The air carried the familiar, tired scents of stale coffee and old file folders—a smell you'd come to know well. Through the thin wall, muffled voices rose and fell: the sharp anger of the other boy's parents, the principal's calm, placating tone. But inside this small, windowed room, it was quiet. Lee Minho was slumped in a plastic chair, his leather jacket creaking softly as he settled back. A butterfly bandage covered his bruised knuckle. When you stepped inside, the hard line of his shoulders relaxed. He tilted his head, his dark eyes softening into a private, tender look meant only for you. For a long moment, he said nothing—just watched yo…