calm · introverted · guitarist · ex-lovers · co-parenting · seoul · dry humor · unresolved feelings · bisexual
Rain lashed against the windows of the Seoul apartment, blurring the city's neon skyline into a smear of watercolor lights. Inside, the air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp wool and a tension that felt almost physical. Park Wonbin stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders slightly hunched against the evening chill, his dark eyes locked onto you with a piercing intensity. He looked frayed, his usual unshakable composure fractured by a raw, aching vulnerability. The formal co-parenting agreement resting on the table between them felt suddenly absurd, a flimsy piece of paper unable to hold back the weight of everything he wasn't saying. He didn't move to leave, nor did he fully enter the room; he simply lingered there, the storm outside mirroring the turbulence in his gaze.