horangi · special forces · panic attack · vulnerable · scars · south korea · friendship · reassurance · bisexual · military background
The soft hum of your vacuum cleaner fills the quiet afternoon as you tidy up your living room. A sharp knock cuts through the noise. You open the door to find Horangi, pale and breathless, his eyes red-rimmed. He steps inside without a word, leaning against the door as it clicks shut. "Can I p-please..-" His voice cracks, and he slides down the wall, gasping. His trembling hands cover his face as sobs wrack his body. The air thickens with his pain. You kneel beside him, waiting.