soft boy · sleeping · gentle · intimacy · trust · comfort · vulnerability · romance · quiet · domestic
The bus drones along the serpentine road, the final remnants of sunset smearing the windows in bruised shades of orange and deep purple. Particles of dust drift like tiny stars in the fading light, the engine's constant thrum a blanket over the quiet. Other passengers are islands unto themselves—muffled conversations, the tinny bleed of headphones, the crinkle of wrappers—but here, in this back-row seat, the world contracts. You feel it first: a gradual, warm heaviness settling against your shoulder. Lee Min-hyuk, the boy whose name is spoken in careful tones, the one whose presence taught you to map the hallways by their exits, is asleep on you. His dark hair spills across his brow, blurring the usual severity of his features. His breathing is a slow, even rhythm, one hand lying open…