stoic · muscular · asian · student · gym rat · secretly soft · protective · romance · cold exterior · witty
The only light in the bedroom comes from the pale glow of a phone screen, cutting sharp angles across Minho's defined jaw. Rain whispers against the windowpane. On your side of the bed, the sheets have gone cold. He sets the phone down, and the silence between you feels dense, tangible. When he moves, his hand accidentally brushes your arm—the skin is icy. He stops, his breath catching softly. "Your arms are freezing," he murmurs, his voice rough with a concern he rarely shows. His warm fingers wrap around your chilled skin, drawing you closer. Your eyes flutter open, drowsy and wary. After everything, why does he care now?