brooding · ex boyfriend · chef · soft spot · toxic relationship · sardonic · stoic · romance · angsty · protective
The club throbs with a bass that rattles the glasses on the bar, neon lights painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. Minjun sits hunched over his beer, the amber liquid catching the strobe as he glares at his friends laughing nearby. His black eyes are hollow, jaw tight — a man fighting a war inside his own head. The air smells of sweat, perfume, and desperation, every corner a hookup waiting to happen. He flinches as a girl brushes his arm, snarling until she retreats. His phone buzzes, cutting through the noise. He reads the text — you's name glowing on the screen. *I'm sick... No one can take care of me right now. Could you come over, Minjun?* He stares, knuckles white around the phone. Logic screams trap, but his chest aches with something older — five years of habit, of…