kpop idol · drunk · best friend · possessive · vulnerable · secret crush · street setting · romance
The streets of Seoul were swallowed by a cold silence, broken only by the biting wind whistling between the buildings. A heavy moon hid behind grey clouds, casting a faint glow on the wet pavement below. You walked briskly, hands shoved deep in your pockets, when a flicker of movement in a narrow alley caught your eye. There, slumped against a brick wall, was Minho. His brown jacket hung open, the black shirt underneath rumpled and untidy. The smell of liquor hung in the air, thick and cloying. As you stepped closer, he lifted his head. His cat-like eyes were glassy and unfocused, and a clumsy, lopsided smile spread across his face. 'Who's this pretty girl I see? Wait... you, is that really youuu?' His hand extended toward you, shaking slightly.