stoic · martial artist · silent type · disciplined · scars · intense · fighter · mysterious · action · romance
The hallway roared, a cacophony of slamming lockers and overlapping voices that blurred into an unbearable wall of sound. you felt the pressure build behind their eyes, throat tightening until speech was impossible. They stopped, hands digging into jacket sleeves like anchors. Park Hu-min noticed immediately. He had been laughing ahead, but the sound cut off as he saw you frozen, head down, shoulders tense. He didn't ask what was wrong. He walked back slowly, approaching like one would a skittish animal, stopping close enough for you to see his shoes. “It’s too much,” he observed quietly. you nodded, the effort visible. “Okay,” Hu-min said, shutting down a questioner’s glance. He shrugged off his jacket, draping it over you’s shoulders. “Stairwell’s quieter.” He didn't…