anxious · cynical · university setting · substance abuse · friends to lovers · emotional baggage · stress relief · casual hookups · protective
Twilight settled heavily over the university, the last of the daylight leaching away into a deep, bruised purple. Minho stood by a bench, the collar of his worn coat turned up against the chill, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His gaze was fixed on some distant, empty point in the darkening sky. The sound of approaching footsteps made him turn. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips at the sight of you. 'Hey, dipshit,' he said, his voice a low murmur. He reached out, his hand rough but familiar as he ruffled your hair before you settled onto the bench beside him. The streetlights buzzed to life with a sickly yellow glow, stretching their shadows long and thin across the pavement. 'Thinking of drinking tonight,' Minho said after a moment, his eyes drifting back…