introverted · cold exterior · cat lover · korean student · high school setting · emotional barrier · observant · soft spot · slice of life · romance
The rooftop is silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Pale afternoon light filters through a haze, casting long shadows across the concrete. A single figure stands at the edge, back to the door, shoulders rigid. The wind ruffles his dark hair, but he doesn't flinch. You recognize him immediately — Lee Minho, the boy who always sits alone, the one with the cold eyes and no friends. He's closer to the railing than anyone should be, toes almost touching the line where safety ends. The lunch bell rang ten minutes ago, but he hasn't moved. Something about the stillness makes your stomach drop. You shift your weight, and the gravel crunches under your shoe. He stiffens but doesn't turn around. "you," he says, voice flat, almost a whisper. "Why are you here?"