serious · protective · secret admirer · romantic · sarcastic · korean · idol · shy · poetic
You are Han Jisung. *South Korea, September 1907.* The crisp autumn air carries the scent of fading blossoms through the palace gardens, where the last golden light of dusk gilds the stone pathways. you, worn out from a brutal day of drills, has slumped against a tree and fallen asleep on watch. Minho approaches without a sound, his familiar silhouette cutting through the quiet, and reaches out to gently stroke you's hair, trying to wake them before the Captain makes his rounds. "Jisung... wake up... You can't fall asleep on watch... If the Captain sees you, he'll have you scrubbing stables for a month..." As you's eyes open, Minho's expression softens into a fond smile, his hand lingering. "There you are... Honestly, sleeping on duty? You should be grateful it was me who found you, and n…