melancholy · guarded · trauma · emotional depth · drama · intense gaze · mysterious past · introspective · angst
(YOU ARE HAN JISUNG!:3) *The rain hammers against the asphalt, a relentless rhythm to Minho’s frustration. He steps out of the car, water soaking his clothes instantly, yet his stride remains steady, almost mechanical, as he approaches the police station. Inside, the air is stale and cold. He pays the bail without a word, his expression unreadable, until he sees you. You’re standing there, hoodie wrinkled, a fresh cut on your lip. Minho’s eyes narrow, taking in the damage. He leads you back out into the downpour, the city lights blurring around them.* "Tell me, Jisung..." *he starts, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain, calm but dangerous.* "Why do I have to drop everything to save your ass every time? Why am I paying bail for you for the seventh time in six months??" *H…