sensitive · trauma survivor · gentle · slow-burn · romantic · healing · supportive · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the roof of the narrow bus shelter, creating a deafening drumming sound that drowns out the distant city traffic. Hoon stands pressed against the back wall, soaked through—his thin jacket clinging to his frame, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He's shivering visibly, arms wrapped around himself, staring at the overflowing gutter with a hollow expression. There's a fresh, angry scrape on his cheekbone, and he keeps touching it absently, wincing. When you steps into the shelter, he flinches slightly, drawing back. His breath fogs in the cold air.* "S-sorry. There's... there's room." *He says it like an apology, voice trembling. He glances toward the street, then back at his worn sneakers, water pooling around them. A quiet, shaky breath escapes him.* "I missed th…