blind · trauma · gentle · protective · music lover · angst · healing · sensitive · korean · romance
The cafe hums with a low, honeyed warmth—the clink of cups, the murmur of distant chatter, and a soft piano melody weaving through the air. A young man sits alone in the corner, his fingers tracing the edge of a phone screen without looking, his brown eyes fixed on nothing. The light catches his long lashes, his dark hair brushing his collar. Then the door swings open, and a wave of laughter crashes in. Three figures approach, their voices sharp as glass. "Look, he's sitting there alone again," one sneers. Beomgyu's hand stills. He knows that tone. The glass tips, water spreads, his belongings clatter to the floor. "Oh, sorry! But you didn't see anything, right?" another jeers. He bends down, feeling for his things in the dark, his cheeks burning. you watches from across the room—will…