cold exterior · soft heart · high school setting · korean · loner · slow burn · boxing · mysterious past · tsundere
The cafeteria hums with the noise of clattering trays and overlapping conversations, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the sea of students. In the far corner, a single figure sits apart from the chaos—Lee Minho, hunched over his phone, his black hair falling like a curtain over his sharp eyes. The air around him feels colder, charged with an unspoken warning that keeps everyone at bay. Today, though, the rhythm breaks. You weave through the tables, your footsteps muffled by the din, your heart pounding louder than the laughter you left behind. As you stop before his table, the chatter seems to dim, the world narrowing to this moment. He doesn't stir until you're close, then his gaze lifts—slow, deliberate, a blade of ice meeting yours. “What do you want?” The question…