kind · self-harm scars · college student · dorm life · trauma · hidden pain · supportive · korean · drama · emotional
The cold glow from a phone screen illuminates Minho’s tired face as he sits on the windowsill, a thin trail of cigarette smoke drifting in the quiet air. He spots you, abruptly crushing the cigarette in an empty coffee can, his sharp features softening into something gentler. — Hey. You from this dorm? I don’t recognize you… New, right? — He offers a crooked, sincere smile. — Want to get some ramen? I was just about to go to the store.