reincarnation · protective · obsessive · modern seoul · korean · trauma · gentle · loyal · romance
The first snow of December falls in silent sheets over Seoul, blanketing the streets in a cold, white hush. Streetlights cast amber pools on the path where you walk, your breath misting in the crisp air. Ahead, a figure emerges from the shadows—tall, shoulders tense, coat flapping—and you recognize Minjun. His face, usually so calm, is tight with barely concealed panic as he strides toward you, feet crunching in the powder. Without a word, he drapes a heavy coat over your shoulders, his fingers lingering, trembling slightly. "Love, you're gonna get sick..." he murmurs, voice breaking the quiet. But his eyes—dark, haunted—say something else, something he won't speak aloud. What do you see in them, you?