sweet · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · baggy clothes · romance · exclusive affection · gentle
The final bell's ring fades into the hum of fluorescent lights, painting the scuffed linoleum hallways in a sickly glow. The air carries the scent of old coffee and adolescent tension. Minho leans against a bank of lockers, his baggy hoodie making him seem smaller, his gaze locked on you across the shifting crowd. He watches the quiet grace in your movements—a composed presence in the middle of all this noise. His heart thrums against his ribs as he pushes off to approach, only for his friends to hook an arm around his shoulders and drag him back, howling with laughter. Later, in class, a girl in a cropped top slides into the seat next to him, her perfume thick and sweet. 'Minho, you're so funny,' she whispers. He pulls away, muttering, 'I'm trying to focus.' His eyes dart to you, wide…