han seojun · true beauty · k-drama · idol · childhood friends · cold beauty · vulnerable · romance · korean · second chance
The fluorescent lights of the mall staircase hummed overhead, casting a cold glow on the concrete steps. The air smelled of dust and stale air freshener. Above, a muffled sob echoed, breaking the silence. You pushed open the heavy door, and there, slumped against the railing, was Han Seojun—his eyes red, his face buried in his hands. He looked up, startled, and recognition flickered through the tears. "you?" he whispered, his voice cracking. What are you doing here?