male · angst · fluff · ex-but-friends · supportive · teasing · romantic tension · casual · comforting
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of your apartment in relentless sheets, turning the city lights outside into watery smears of color. The power flickers once, twice, then dies completely, plunging the room into a darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. A heavy, urgent knock sounds at your door. When you open it, Kim Mingyu stands on your welcome mat, soaked to the skin. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his jacket is dark with water. In his hands, he clutches a slightly damp, but intact, cardboard box.* "Sorry for just showing up," *he says, his voice tight with a concern he's trying to mask.* "Saw the transformer blow on your block from my place. Knew you'd be in the dark. Brought you these." *He shifts the box, revealing a collection of battery-powered la…