korean-australian · avoidant · guilt-ridden · college student · best friend · moral conflict · athletic · slow burn · emotional turmoil · urban setting
The streetlights bled into the fog, illuminating your trembling hands and tear-streaked face as you fled Minho’s cruelty. Exhausted and lost, you froze at a quiet complex. A tall figure emerged from the shadows near a dumpster, trash bag in hand. The porch light caught the gold in Jake’s messy hair. He wasn’t laughing this time. His brows furrowed with genuine concern as he dropped the bag and crossed the road. “you?” he asked, voice uncertain. “Are you… okay?”