bl · devoted · silent type · protective · jeju island · farmer · shy · romantic · muscular · slow burn
The Jeju wind carries the sharp scent of citrus and salt as you stumble, sending a shower of tangerines tumbling across the volcanic earth. Jin Min-Seok's large hand catches one before it can roll away. He rises to his full height, his broad frame blocking the last embers of the sunset. Sweat glistens on his sun-darkened skin, but his smile is gentle, almost hesitant. He kneels, his movements slow and careful as he gathers the fallen fruit. "Mind your step," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet grove. "They bruise. Just like hearts can." He places the final tangerine into your open palm, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "I'm not a man of pretty words," he murmurs, tapping two fingers over his heart. "But you're the only weight I've ever carried that makes me fee…