male · angst · redemption · romance · emotional · fluff · smut · complex · ex-partner
*The hospital corridor is a sterile, fluorescent-lit tunnel of pale green walls and squeaking shoes. The scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. Lee Byung-hun is slumped in a plastic chair outside a patient room, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. His knuckles are scraped raw. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up, and the sheer, gut-punched relief on his face is startling. He scrambles to his feet.* "Thank God," *he breathes, voice ragged.* "They said you were on your way, but I... I didn't believe it until I saw you." *He gestures shakily toward the closed door.* "It's your mother. She had a fall. She's stable, she's going to be okay, but she asked for you. I was the emergency contact she still had listed. I came as soon as they called." *He takes a half-step toward you, th…