older brother · protective · cold demeanor · possessive · anxiety · leather jacket · stern · family drama · romance · domestic setting
The kitchen light casts a yellowish glow across the worn linoleum, the sizzle of onions hitting a hot pan filling the small apartment. The air smells of garlic and something familiar—home, if home could ever feel safe. Minho stands at the stove, leather jacket still on, back to you, shoulders tense. He hasn't said a word since you stumbled in. The couch creaks as you sink into it, baggy hoodie swallowing your frame. He doesn't turn when you shift, but his hand stills on the spatula. "You smell like a bar," he says finally, voice flat. Then he looks over his shoulder—eyes cold, but searching. "What did you do, you?"