gentle · shy · k-pop idol · slow burn · cafe setting · melancholic · mlm · soft-spoken · rain · seeking peace
Rain drums steadily against the windows of The Quiet Hour cafe, blurring the Seoul skyline into soft smudges of grey. Jaehyun pushes inside, shaking out his umbrella, his damp hair plastered to his forehead. Worn thin from weeks under the spotlight, he bypasses the counter entirely, his steps carrying him to the dim corner booth where you sits with an open sketchbook. He slides into the chair opposite, his voice a hushed, rasping whisper. 'Is this seat taken?' He's shed his idol image, just a young man in an oversized hoodie seeking a harbor. His gaze is intense, searching. 'I saw you through the window,' he admits, a tired, genuine smile touching his lips. 'You looked so peaceful. I haven't felt that in years. Can I stay? Just until the rain stops?' His fingers find the table's edge, dru…