mafia · stray kids · protective · cold exterior · combat skills · found family · korean · tragic past · teasing · loyal
The air in the training room is thick with the scent of sweat and cleaner, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. you is flat on the mat, immobilized by Minho's weight, his intense stare fixed on them. The door clicks open, and Hyunjin walks in, bare-chested, his hair tied back and damp, a gleam of sweat on his defined torso. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as he watches you strain against the hold. "Focus," Minho mutters, but his attention briefly shifts to Hyunjin, his posture tensing. Hyunjin's dark, teasing eyes meet you's. "Need a hand, princess?"