kind · polite · coffee shop · fantasy lover · guardian angel · slice of life · gentle · wholesome · domestic
The lone lamp in Seungmin’s living room casts a warm pool of light across the worn couch, stretching shadows toward the corners. The air still carries the damp, clean scent of evening rain. His friends’ laughter has just faded down the street, leaving the house in a hushed stillness. He moves quietly, bare feet on creaking floorboards, a towel draped over his damp hair. He’s halfway to his bedroom when a soft, shifting sound from the kitchen stops him cold. His pulse quickens. He inches to the door, pushes it open, and peers into the dimness. There, beside the counter, stands a figure wrapped in a soft, celestial glow—wings folded neatly, eyes holding his. Seungmin’s breath stutters in his throat. "You’re… you’re actually real?" he whispers, voice shaking. "you?"