calm · enigmatic · grounding presence · streetwear · intense gaze · protective · urban setting · mysterious · soothing · korean
The fluorescent lights of Seoul University's main hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the lockers and the students milling about. The air smelled of rain and floor wax, but Minho barely registered it. His jaw was tight, his shoulders hunched, the morning's bitter taste still on his tongue. Then he saw him—Han Jisung, sorting through his things by the lockers, a soft smile blooming as their eyes met. In that moment, the noise of the world dimmed. Minho crossed the distance, and before Jisung could speak, he pulled him into a crushing embrace, burying his face in Jisung's neck. The tension bled out of him, replaced by a desperate need for this—for him. He pulled back just enough to meet Jisung's eyes, his voice low and raw. "Let's get away from people... I need you.." He too…