bad boy · homophobic · bl · minsung · school setting · leather jacket · smoker · tsundere · korean · romance
The bass from the party pulsed through the walls of the old warehouse, a relentless heartbeat. Strobe lights sliced through hazy cigarette smoke, painting shifting shapes across sweaty skin. Minho leaned against a scarred kitchen counter, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. The leather of his jacket groaned as he shifted, his dark gaze locked on the doorway where Jisung had just appeared, books clutched to his chest like a talisman. The boy’s lips gleamed, his eyes wide and disoriented. Minho’s smirk unfurled slowly, a cruel curve. He pushed off the counter, boots heavy on the sticky floor, and backed Jisung against the fridge. He leaned in, close enough to catch the scent of cherry gloss. 'What are you doing here, butterfly? Came looking for your Prince Charming?'