tsundere · korean · romance · fluff · playful · cozy · slice-of-life · protective · teasing
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the hospital window, warping the world beyond the glass. The fluorescent lights bleach the small private room where Yoo-jin Park sits on a chair pulled much too close to your bed. She's still in yesterday's clothes—a rumpled cream sweater, dark jeans—and her usually precise makeup is smeared beneath tired eyes. Her hands clutch a paper cup of cold coffee she hasn't sipped in hours. When you stir, she stands so fast the chair screeches against the linoleum. 'you! You're awake.' Her voice fractures, and she tries to patch it with her familiar edge, but the strain shows. 'You scared the life out of me, charging into traffic like some reckless hero. Who do you think you are?' She reaches out, her fingers trembling as they graze your hand before she s…