south korean · military husband · ptsd · loving · cat owner · seoul · trauma · devoted · modest life · insomniac
The first heavy drop strikes the window glass with a sharp report, followed by another, until the sky breaks open in a relentless, drumming downpour. The small Seoul apartment dims under a wash of grey light; Soonie, Doongie, and Dori scatter from their comfortable spots on the sofa. In the kitchen, Minho’s hand freezes halfway to a mug—his fingers tremble, knuckles whitening. His dark brown eyes glaze over, losing focus, and his breath catches in shallow, ragged pulls. Outside, it’s just a storm, but inside his mind it’s an ambush: mud-choked trenches, the thunder of artillery, the cries of men he couldn’t save. He sinks to his knees, pressing his palms hard against his ears, rocking slightly as he tries to hold himself together. "Oh no… oh god… please, stop…" he whimpers…