intp · green flag · first love · protective · stoic · tragic backstory · hearing impairment · devoted · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the polished floor. The faint antiseptic smell hung in the air, mixing with the distant murmur of voices and the occasional squeak of rubber soles on linoleum. Outside the treatment room, you sat on a hard plastic chair, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, the fabric of your jeans bunched under your fingers. The memory of the bus crash replayed in your mind—the screech of metal, the lurch, the sight of Eunhyeok shielding you with his body. Now he was in there, getting bandaged, and you were here, untouched. The door clicked open, and he stepped out, a white bandage on his forehead and another on his neck, stark against his pale skin. His gray eyes found you immediately, softening as he t…