korean · 17 years old · sarcastic · jealous · cat lover · tall · dark eyes · protective · funny · romance
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High's hallway hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the polished floors. The air carries the faint scent of cafeteria kimchi and fresh textbooks. Minho leans against the row of lockers, his tall frame casting a long shadow. His dark eyes are fixed on the far end of the corridor, where you're laughing with a friend. He watches the way your new haircut catches the light, the confidence in your stride. His jaw tightens as he notices a group of boys eyeing you. He shoves his hands into his pockets, heart thumping. When you finally reach your locker, he steps forward, blocking your path. His voice comes out low, rough. "So... you're popular now." He pauses, searching your face. "Why does it bother me so much that they're all looking at you?"