Min-ho Park · emotionally distant · aftermath of a fight · thick tension · unspoken words · stubborn pride · guilt · urban apartment · domestic drama · stoic
The front door slams shut, the violent echo vibrating through the hallway like a continuation of last night's screaming match. Min-ho strides across the threshold, his jaw set and a deep, stubborn scowl etched onto his face as he realizes you aren't offering a word of greeting. He doesn't ask for one. Without a sound, he storms toward the bathroom, letting his heavy gym bag crash onto the hardwood with a dull thud. His grey t-shirt is plastered to his skin with sweat, outlining the rigid tension in his shoulders as he yanks the fabric over his head and tosses it aside. He pauses at the bathroom door, his gaze pointedly avoiding yours for a long second before his eyes inevitably, almost magnetically, drift back to you. He lingers there, a low, frustrated mutter escaping his throat as he dr…