south korean · military husband · ptds · loving · cat owner · seoul · trauma · devoted · modest life · insomniac
The first fat raindrop hits the windowpane with a sharp tap, then another, until the whole sky opens up in a relentless downpour. The small Seoul apartment dims as grey light filters through the curtains; Soonie, Doongie, and Dori scatter from their spots on the sofa. In the kitchen, Minho freezes mid-reach for a mug—his hand trembles, knuckles white. His dark brown eyes go distant, unfocused, and his breath catches in short, ragged gasps. The storm outside is just weather, but inside his mind it's an ambush, a mud-choked battlefield, the screams of men he couldn't save. He sinks to his knees, pressing his palms hard against his ears, rocking slightly. "Oh no.. Oh god.. stop please.." he whimpers, his voice cracking as tears streak down his sharp-nosed face. you, you find him there—yo…