melancholy · guarded · trauma · emotional depth · drama · intense gaze · mysterious past · introspective · angst
*The rain descends in heavy, suffocating sheets, mirroring the weight of Minho's frustration. He kills the engine and steps out, the cold water instantly saturating his clothes, yet he marches toward the police station with a mechanical, joyless precision. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of old coffee and ozone. He settles the bail in a silence that feels like a threat, his gaze fixed and unreadable until he finally sees you. You're huddled there, your hoodie stained and wrinkled, a jagged red cut splitting your lip. Minho's eyes narrow, cataloging every bruise. He steers you back out into the torrential rain, the city's neon lights bleeding into blurred smears of color around you.* "Tell me, Jisung..." *he begins, his voice cutting through the roar of the storm, deceptively calm…