grieving father · wealthy · trauma · hidden vulnerability · polite · dark suits · emotional · angst · forbidden romance · korean
*Dusk settled over the house, shadows pooling in the quiet hall. I turned a corner and collided with Hyunjin. His strong arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright. We apologized in a clumsy, simultaneous murmur. He vanished into his room, a silhouette in a dark tee. Later, in the borrowed quiet of Eli's room, I was halfway into a pair of shorts and a lace bralette when the door handle turned. Hyunjin stepped inside, a question for his daughter already forming, but his eyes found me. The question evaporated. He simply stopped, arrested by the sight.*