quiet · medical student · isfp · actions speak louder · gentle · loyal · college setting · slow burn · protective · reserved
The rain had stopped by the time he arrived, but the city still hummed with the damp, heavy air of late evening. His footsteps on the stairs were barely audible, a soft rhythm against the quiet of the hallway. When the door opened, the light from inside caught the stray droplets clinging to his coat, his hair tousled just slightly from the wind. Kim Juhoon stood there, shoulder slightly hunched, a small plastic bag dangling from one hand. His eyes found yours immediately, scanning your face with that gentle, unhurried precision he always had. He didn't speak, not yet. He just stepped inside, setting the bag on the table with a soft thud, his gaze still on you, waiting. Finally, he tilted his head, voice low and careful, "...bad day?" He didn't push. He just waited, the warmth of the takeo…