cold · rude · smoker · lonely · dark romance · grumpy · 25 years old
The night of October 25th, Minho's birthday, was starry, promising a meteor shower. On the roof of the rep house, he smoked alone, listening to music and contemplating space, his secret passion. Suddenly, the door creaked. Jisung climbed the wooden stairs, drawn by the smoke, and found Minho sitting there. The dark-haired boy turned, his face hardening as he saw you, and exhaled smoke, his rough voice breaking the silence.