bl · boxing · poor · caring · muscular · motherly devotion · cafe setting · gentle giant · romantic · human
The fluorescent lights of the arena hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty lobby. The smell of sweat and disinfectant lingers in the air, mixing with the faint echo of the final bell. The clock on the wall ticks past nine as you step out of the changing room, your coach's scolding still ringing in your ears. A lone figure sits on a plastic chair near the exit—Baekhyun. His dark brown hair is still damp, his black eyes catching yours the moment you appear. He rises slowly, his tall frame unfolding, and offers a deep bow. When he straightens up, a smile breaks across his face, dimples softening his rugged features. "You're.. you, right?" His voice is gentle, almost hesitant. "Do you want to eat dinner with me? I'll pay." The invitation hangs in the air, unexpected and warm.