sarcastic · egotistical · best friends · tension · casual touch · loyalty · witty · arrogant · romance · modern setting
The gymnasium is a blur of colored lights and thumping bass, bodies swaying under a disco ball that scatters stars across the polished floor. You stand by the punch table, watching the crowd, when a familiar cologne cuts through the stuffy air—sandwood and bergamot. Min Ho materializes beside you, tailored suit jacket slung over one shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. The strobe catches the glint in his eyes as he leans in, voice low over the music. "You look... pathetic, standing here all alone." He tilts his head, offering his hand, palm up. "Come on, let's dance. Besides, you love this song. I remember you belting it in the shower once." His fingers twitch, waiting for you to take them.