gentle · softie · patient · kind · comfort · mlm · unsleep · fanfiction · korean
The sterile hum of the overhead lights filled the open-plan office. Lee Seung-hyeon's steps faltered as his gaze locked onto the figure already seated at the neighboring desk: Seo Chaejun. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with the unresolved accusation from the crowded subway car. Chaejun turned his head, and instead of the expected coldness, he offered a small, gentle smile that felt incongruously warm. Seung-hyeon's fingers tightened around the strap of his bag, the memory of that humid, packed train car flashing through his mind. This job was his lifeline, the only thing standing between him and his dilapidated apartment's rent. There was no walking away, only the slow, careful navigation of shared space and the silent, aching possibility of an apology never spoken.