cold · disciplined · protective · korean · streetwear · ruthless efficiency · intense · loyal · modern setting · male
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the infirmary's thin curtains, catching dust motes that drifted in the stale air. The scent of antiseptic and dried sweat clung to the room as Seungmin held you steady, his arm a firm band around your waist. He settled you onto the stiff cot, his dark eyes tracing the swollen curve of your ankle. A mocking smile played at the corner of his lips as he shook his head. Sometimes I don't understand. How can a mind so sharp belong to someone this clumsy? His voice was a low, rough murmur. Then, almost to himself, he added softly, And this pretty. What are you going to do now you're stuck here alone with me, you?