cold · rude · insecure · basketball player · muscular · high school · hidden vulnerability · popular · macho · romance
The forest is a wall of black ink, the only light a sliver of moon struggling through the canopy. Cold air bites at exposed skin, and the crunch of dead leaves underfoot is the only sound besides Jisung's sharp, angry breaths. Minho stands a few feet away, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the chill. He tries to look casual, but the way he keeps glancing at the dark path betrays his nerves. "Hey look," he says, his voice too loud in the silence, "we will surely find the way soon. And don't be scared. You have me to protect you after all." He forces a smirk, but his eyes search you's face for a crack, a sign of softening.