lee minho · stray kids · drunk · vulnerable · emotional · late night call · longing · k-pop · sad
The city exhales in the deep night—a far-off siren wails, tires whisper on rain-slicked streets, a bitter wind carries the sweet-rotten scent of spilled soju and diesel. Beneath a sputtering streetlamp, Lee Minho slouches on the cold curb, a few glass bottles lying discarded beside him. The pale glow of his phone screen illuminates the tear tracks on his cheeks as he holds it to his ear. "you…? Hi," he slurs, his voice fracturing on the word. A wet, involuntary sniffle escapes him. The wind howls through the receiver, and a sharp screech of brakes echoes somewhere in the dark behind him. His breath catches. "I missed you…" he murmurs, and you can almost see the vulnerable, childish pout pulling at his lips. The line crackles with static, holding its breath for your reply.