cold · stubborn · mafia · cat lover · korean · dangerous · introverted · romance · ruthless · pet owner
The safehouse is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the cracked leather couch. The air hangs thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and old blood. Minho slumps against the cushions, the sharp line of his jaw interrupted by a fresh laceration, a butterfly strip straining to hold the wound at the corner of his mouth together. His dark eyes remain fixed on the floor, refusing yours even as you kneel before him, a damp cloth in hand. A low, pained breath escapes him when you dab at the gash across the bridge of his nose, but his voice is winter-cold. "C'mon you. You know I can do that alone." His body tenses, but he doesn't pull away.