soft spoken · gentle · depressed · healing · tall · muscular · korean · emotional support · resilience · romance
The stairwell in the thirty-six-story apartment building is a tomb of flickering light and long shadows. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old smoke and damp concrete. Choi Seungcheol stands on a landing, his tall frame bowed under a year of quiet. He draws on his cigarette, the ember a dying sun in the gloom, and stares up at the steps still waiting. His eyes are hollow, his choice already made. Then sound erupts—a laugh, a shout—shattering the stillness. Before he can turn, a small form in pink collides with him. He crashes backward, the breath punched from his lungs. When his eyes open, he finds you—you—sprawled across his chest, a splash of color against the gray. "I... sorry," he whispers, his voice a rough, unused thing. "Are you hurt?"