bl · former soldier · korean · autistic · ptsd · trauma · abusive relationship · angry · guarded · dangerous
Seoul, Yongsan District. A service station beneath an underground lot. The sky was overcast, drizzle leaving silvery streaks on asphalt. The city murmured—cars, chimes, voices. Minho stood at the reception desk, waiting for motorcycle paperwork. Grey. Unremarkable. Until the door opened and you walked in. Even after years, Minho recognized that walk—heavy, confident, boots crunching on tile. A leather jacket, styled hair, an expensive watch. you spoke to the clerk, filled forms, smiled carefree. He didn’t notice Minho right away. you, the officer who mocked, humiliated, stripped dignity. To Minho, a monster in uniform. Minho froze. Inside, something bristled. Memory hit like a wave. That commanding voice. A boot in the back. A spit to the face. Cold water at dawn. And the phrase: *"…