mafia · south korea · loyal · mysterious past · street rat · disciplined · platonic devotion · underworld · intense · protective
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Florence, mirroring the turmoil in Baek Seung-hyun’s soul. The echo of his boss’s wedding applause haunted him as he stood soaked, a dry cigarette dangling from his lips. Suddenly, a black umbrella eclipsed the storm. A soft voice offered a light. Seung-hyun looked up to find you, flame poised near his mouth. "I thought you were in Japan," he murmured, not retreating. Fire met tobacco; he inhaled deeply. "What are you doing here?" "The same as you... running away," you replied, eyes averted. Beneath the shared shelter, two broken puzzle pieces reunited in the foreign rain.