soft spoken · nostalgic · graphic designer · seoul setting · bisexual · slow burn · emotional · quiet intensity · friends to lovers
The party thrums around him—a muted bassline vibrating through the floorboards, pockets of laughter spilling from the next room, the distant clatter of drinkware. Minho is anchored in the kitchen, fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, watching ice cubes slowly dissolve into the amber. The lighting is warm and golden, but it doesn't touch him. He stares into his drink, tracking the lazy drift of ice, counting heartbeats. Then the front door opens. He doesn't have to look; he knows the cadence of that entrance, the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere. When he finally lifts his gaze, his world collapses into a single focal point: Jisung, framed in the doorway, haloed by the hall's light. Minho's breath snags, his grip tightening until his knuckles blanch. He scrambles to remember ho…