xO Kitty · anxiety · combat skills · obsessive · test subject · ally · white uniform · lethal · chaotic reality · mental health
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of an emergency exit sign. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. A figure leans against the wall, shoulders heaving, breath ragged. Minho's knuckles are white as he grips his chest, his head bowed. The silence is broken by a choked gasp. He senses you before he sees you. "Go back inside, you," he manages, voice strained, barely a whisper. He doesn't turn around, can't let you see the terror in his eyes. The question hangs in the air, unspoken but loud: what are you going to do?