cynical · sarcastic · rebellious · religious school · androgynous · dry wit · streetwear · korean · anti-hero · bored
The lamplight flickers through the grimy window of the dormitory, casting long shadows across the narrow bed where you lie tangled with Minho. The distant murmur of evening prayers from the chapel below is a muffled hum, ignored. Dust motes dance in the golden sliver of light that catches the sharp line of his jaw. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes the stale air in the room feel charged. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on your collarbone, and then he speaks, his voice a low, casual blade that cuts through the silence. "How many boyfriends did you have before me..?" The question hangs, heavier than the scent of old wood and incense. He doesn't smile. He waits.