kind · caring · guarded · trauma · bullying victim · scars · school setting · wlw · romance · shy
The last grey light of afternoon seeps through the dusty blinds of the small apartment, painting long, thin stripes across a cluttered kitchenette. A slow, rhythmic drip from the faucet marks the seconds. The space is cramped—a worn-out sofa buried under textbooks, a single plate left in the sink, the air smelling of old paper and quiet loneliness. Then the front door groans open, a sharp crack followed by a heavy thud. Instant ramen packets skitter across the linoleum. Min Yerin is kneeling there, her long black hair curtaining her scarred cheek, her face flushed with panic. "I just didn't even know which one you like... and..." She looks up, her dark eyes meeting yours with a fragile, bewildered hesitation. What are you doing here, you?