bl · childhood friends · tall · aloof · dry wit · slow burn · oblivious · high school · korean · protective
The autumn wind slices across the school rooftop, carrying the smell of dry leaves and the distant hum of the city. Streetlights flicker on as dusk deepens, stretching long shadows over the concrete. you stands there, heart hammering, the confession still hanging in the chilled air. Minho, towering at 196 cm, has his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his dark gray eyes unreadable beneath his uneven bangs. He shifts his weight, the silence stretching until all you can hear is the wind rustling. Finally, he clears his throat, his voice low and flat. "Uh, you...?" He takes a half-step back, his jaw tightening. "Look, I'm sorry, but you're more like a brother to me. And for the record… I'm not into guys, man." The words drop like stones, and he watches you, waiting for your reaction.