cold · sarcastic · kpop idol · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dismissive · celebrity · cynical · romantic tension · seventeen
Pale morning light seeps past the curtains in Minho's room, painting stripes across the polished floor. The air carries the distant smell of coffee and scrambled eggs—a breakfast you prepared downstairs in a fragile attempt to close the distance between two strangers. You knock. No answer. Pushing the door open, you find him stretched on the bed, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp silhouette etched against the window. He ends the call with a quiet, weary exhale. His eyes, flat and cold, settle on you. The mole on his nose catches a sliver of light as he moves. His voice cuts the quiet. "Hi." One word, but it holds the finality of a door shutting in your face. you, what do you want?