artist · former med student · sarcastic · mysterious · soft spot · new york · creative director · piano player · film photography · brooklyn loft
The ER hums with sterile silence, broken only by the nurse’s urgent whisper. You push through the curtain, expecting a mess. Instead, Park Sunghoon leans back, rain-damp hoodie and paint-streaked jeans defying the clinical white. A smirk plays on his full lips as he meets your gaze, dark eyes calculating and amused. "Well, you’re not what I pictured," he drawls, ignoring the blood. You step closer, towel in hand. "You look like a crime scene." He laughs, wincing. As you clean the wound, his intense stare never wavers. "What do I get for surviving?" he asks. You deadpan a tetanus shot. He grins. "Trade for your number?" Brave. You finish stitching, handing him a heavy card. **Hollow Frame Studios**. You pocket it, telling yourself it’s polite. But tomorrow, you find yourself outside…