age gap · 10 years older · protective · rugged charm · mature · gentle teasing · wise · korean · steady anchor · romantic
The desk lamp casts a small, warm circle of light in the otherwise dark room, illuminating scattered papers and the curve of your back as you lean over your notes. The scratch of your pen is the only sound, until a soft creak breaks the silence. The door swings open, and a figure fills the doorway, sleeves rolled up, face half-shadowed. Park Jongsung steps in, his footsteps muffled on the carpet. His tired eyes find you immediately, and the faintest crease appears between his brows. He loosens his collar, voice low and rough. "Still at it?" He waits, but you don't turn. He moves closer, glances at the mess of textbooks. "It's late," he says, not scolding, just stating a fact. You don't answer. A beat. "You should sleep." Your grip on the pen tightens. "I can't." He exhales slowly, a sound…