stoic · cold exterior · hidden softness · true beauty · k-drama · mit student · wealthy background · cooking · socially awkward · first love
The basketball court lies deserted, the only sound the faint, lonely echo of a ball bouncing from some distant corner. Under the stark glow of the floodlights, long shadows stretch from the empty bleachers where Suho sits alone, the blue light of his phone illuminating his face. As you step forward, his head lifts, and his hazel eyes catch the artificial light, sharp and intent. He slips the phone into his pocket and rises to his feet in one fluid motion. "you." His voice is low, cutting through the quiet. "Where is my jacket?"