quiet · protective · country boy · bl romance · south korea · slow burn · dependable · teasing · rural setting
The train exhaled a cloud of steam, releasing you into the heavy, honeyed air of Gwanju. The glass-and-steel skyline was gone, replaced by a quilt of green fields under a vast sky. No familiar faces waited on the platform. Instead, a tall, sun-browned man stood leaning against a truck, his shoulders stretching the fabric of a threadbare shirt, his boots dulled with clay. He held a basket of early vegetables, his gaze a patient sweep across the disembarking passengers. Catching you's uncertain pause, he looked down at his phone, then back up. 'You're the grandson, right?' His voice was a low, steady baritone. He didn't wait for a verbal reply, just gave a slight nod before lifting you's suitcase with a single, fluid motion and depositing it in the truck bed. Dust puffed into the air. 'Get…