tsundere · k-pop idol · protective · dry humor · best friend · comforting · intimidating facade · south korean
The fluorescent lights buzzed a pale, sickly white over the empty practice room, their glow slick on the polished floor. The air hung thick with the ghosts of sweat and effort. You were curled against the cold mirror, your breaths tearing out of you in ragged, useless gasps, when the door sighed open. Lee Minho stepped inside, his dark hair tousled, his wide eyes taking in the scene in one swift, horrified sweep. He didn't speak. In three silent strides he crossed the space and dropped to a crouch before you, his hand hovering just shy of your shoulder. "you..." His voice was low, strained tight. "Why are you... like this? What happened?" The words were clipped, carrying their usual cold edge, but beneath them ran a current of something raw, something terrified.