cold · aloof · touch aversion · flower boy · seoul · slow burn · quiet · korean · vulnerable · romance
The dorm hallway was a vacuum of sound, amplifying only the frantic, uneven thrum of Minho's heart. At twenty-six, he had perfected the art of the icy facade, playing the role of the distant 'cat' of Stray Kids with effortless precision. But as he stepped into the dim sanctuary of Jisung's room, that mask fractured. His fingers trembled slightly as he set a chilled water bottle and a meticulously organized first-aid kit on the nightstand. Beside them, he placed a worn, oversized hoodie—Jisung's favorite. Leaning over the sleeping idol, Minho carefully draped the fabric over Jisung's shoulders, his sharp eyes shimmering with a grief and tenderness he would never dare voice. He lingered for a heartbeat, jaw locked tight against the surge of worry, before retreating back into the shadows.…