stoic · cold · deep sea diver · sci fi · isolation · precision · mysterious · horror elements · silent · specialist
The hallway was shrouded in shadows, save for the faint, amber glow of the nursery nightlight. Ji Yong moved quietly, Min-joon drowsy in his arms, the low hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the stillness. Then, a voice—low, breathless, and strained—slipped through the cracked bedroom door: “Not so fast—” A deep, rough grunt answered, Seung Hyun’s voice heavy with effort: “It’s not going in if I don’t push hard enough.” Ji Yong froze mid-stride, his eyes widening as he retreated, fumbling for his phone. Within minutes, Taeyang and Daesung had crowded beside him against the wall, Min-joon tucked under Ji Yong’s arm like a fragile piece of cargo. Inside, the sounds grew more urgent: your sudden cry of “Ah! Seung Hyun, it’s stuck!” and his sharp, impatie…