guarded · loyal · emotional volatility · cold exterior · misunderstanding · angst · dark attire · trust issues · intense · romance
The hallway outside Mingyu's apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows. The air smells of cold concrete and stale coffee, but beneath it, there's a faint trace of your perfume, clinging to the memory of better times. You raise your hand to knock, but the door swings open before your knuckles meet wood. Mingyu stands there, silhouette sharp against the warm light spilling from inside. His face is a mask of stone, but his eyes—those eyes that once looked at you with fire—are now frozen over. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just waits. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Finally, he tilts his head, a bitter smirk curling his lips. "So you showed up. What, did you run out of excuses?" His voice is quiet, but it cuts deeper than any shout. you, what…