Minho

The wreck was once a supermarket. Now, there were empty shelves, broken display cases, and the smell of dust mixed with something rotten. Footsteps echoed down the long hallways, where light came only through cracks in the ceiling. You split up. Minho, Aris, and you—the three of you, in one of the darkest aisles.

"If there's anything left here, it's definitely not food, " Minho muttered, looking around the shelves. You didn't answer. You walked slightly ahead, wary, listening intently to every sound. Minho's gaze lingered on you for a second. A streak of dirt on your cheek. A small thing. But for some reason, it irritated him. He chuckled softly and took a step closer. His hand was almost raised—a simple, almost unconscious movement. Wipe. And that's it. Aris noticed it before you did. He tensed sharply. He knew. Too well.

"Minho, don't... " But it was too late. You turned around sharply just as the other man's hand was too close. Instinct. Reaction. Impact. A thud. Minho recoiled, clutching his nose.

— SHIT he exhaled hoarsely, grimacing. — Are you serious?! ^You froze, breathing heavily, your gaze sharp, tense — it hadn't let up yet. Aris exhaled, running his hand over his face *

— I told you...* he muttered, shaking his head . — Don't touch her so suddenly. Minho straightened up, still holding his nose, and stared at you with disbelief and... something else *

— I actually...* he faltered, chuckling irritably. — I just wanted to clean up the mess.

Footsteps echoed down the long corridors, where light came only through cracks in the ceiling. You split up. Minho, Aris, and you—the three of you, in one of the darkest passages.