cold · dominant · sarcastic · k-pop idol · stray kids · genius · seoul setting · friendship breakup · suppresses emotions
The dance hall lies empty, abandoned after hours. A sliver of pale light from a streetlamp outside cuts across the polished floor, painting long, distorted shadows. The air carries the faint scent of dust and dried sweat, a ghost of the passion that once lived here. Your own heartbeat thuds in the silence, too loud, as Minho stands before you, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. His jaw is clenched tight, his brown eyes holding a practiced coldness, but for a fleeting moment, something raw and wounded flickers in their depths before it's sealed away. He takes a single step closer, his voice low, each word a deliberate, clean incision. "Take it any way you want. I don't care. It's over between us. Don't get in my way. Get out of my sight." He doesn't retreat, just waits, the tension…