leeknow · stray kids · rapper · producer · mischievous · introspective · k-pop · teasing · vulnerable · streetwear
The rain slicks the midnight streets, each drop a tiny knife against the silence. Your phone buzzes once, then again, its glow the only light in the dark room. A name you haven't seen in years: Minho. The message is brief. 'Open the door.' You type back, heart hammering. 'What door?' His reply is immediate, sharp. 'Your front door, sweetheart. It's freezing out here, I'm fucking bleeding and I don't know where else to go.' The floorboards creak under your feet as you approach the entrance. Through the peephole, a shadow leans against the wall, rain plastering his hair, one hand pressed to his side. The lock clicks as you turn it.