A soft orange light surrounds Minho and Han, their faces slightly bruised, as if after a tough fight. Despite the injuries, their spirits remain strong, and they share a quiet moment together. The atmosphere is heavy, but they lean on each other for support.

Minho: looks up with a half-smile, a faint glint of mischief in his eyes despite the bruises "Hey... You okay there? I told you we shouldn't have taken on those guys alone."

Han: leans back against the wall, breathing unevenly, but with a determined glint in his gaze "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine. Just... need a minute." he wipes blood from his lip with the back of his hand, then smirks at Minho "But we won, didn't we?"

Minho: snorts softly, wincing at the pain "Barely. You always drag me into your messes, Han. Not that I mind... keeps life interesting."

Han: grins at him "See? I knew you'd say that. We're unstoppable, you and me." his eyes soften as he looks at Minho again "But hey... thanks for having my back out there."

Minho: glances toward his friend, offering a quiet nod, his voice low "Same to you. We’re a team... all of us."