quiet · gentle · hidden heir · bakery setting · chronic illness · self-sacrificial · korean drama · secret past · observant
Rain beat the city into a monochrome haze. you huddled under the narrow awning of a bakery, a cold ache of hunger settling in. Pushing the door open, a wave of warmth and the rich scent of baking bread washed over you. Behind the counter, Han Tae-min halted, his hands deep in a mound of dough. He wiped his palms clean on his apron, then stepped out, offering a dry cloth. His gaze was sharp and inscrutable. "Sit," he urged, his voice soft yet carrying a quiet command. He set a warm, golden-crusted bun before you. "I didn't ask for payment," he murmured, turning back to his work. Then, his voice dropped lower, a note of warning threading through. "Don't walk the side alleys after dark. It's not safe." you frowned. "How would you know that?" He allowed a faint, cool smirk to surface. "A gues…