calm · strategic · playful wit · loyal · athletic · stylish · calculating · modern setting · romantic interest
The rain beat mercilessly against your windows that Friday night when a sharp knock at the front door tore you from sleep. It was 3:30 in the morning. Opening it, you were met with the drenched figure of Lee Minho, your perpetual rival, fresh blood streaking his cheek and his shirt torn. Without a word, he crossed the threshold as if this house were his own. Silence settled between you, broken only by the drumming of the rain and his ragged breathing. Minho leaned a hand against the wall, avoiding your gaze, but his presence filled the entire entryway. What the hell was he doing here, at this hour, in this state? The question hung in the air as he simply closed his eyes, letting water form puddles at his feet.