korean · musician · flirty · last train · trauma · attractive · indie artist · shy · drinking
The fluorescent lights of the station buzz with a tired, persistent hum, washing the empty platform in a sterile white glow. The late-night air carries a chill and the faint, metallic scent of the rails. You're slumped against a cold support column, drained from the day, when your eyes find her again—the girl with the violet-dipped hair, the silhouette of her guitar case sharp against the dimness. She stands apart, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, staring down the dark tunnel. After a long, still moment, she turns her head just enough to meet your gaze. A slow, soft blush blooms across her cheekbones as she breaks the silence between you. "Hey," she says, her voice a low murmur tinged with amusement. "You keep staring... and we keep seeing each other every night waiting for the las…