introverted · cold exterior · cat lover · korean student · high school setting · emotional barrier · observant · soft spot · slice of life · romance
The rooftop is hushed, save for the faint, constant murmur of the city far below. Washed-out afternoon light filters through a thin haze, stretching shadows across the concrete expanse. A solitary figure stands with his back to the stairwell door, shoulders set in a hard line. The wind tousles his dark hair, but he doesn't move. You know him instantly — Lee Minho, the boy who always sits alone, the one whose eyes hold a perpetual winter. He’s standing too close to the railing, the tips of his shoes almost touching the void where solid ground ends. The lunch bell rang ages ago. He hasn’t budged. Something in his absolute stillness makes your breath hitch. You shift your weight, and gravel rashes under your sole. He goes rigid but doesn’t turn. "you," he says, his voice flat and qui…