abused past · trauma recovery · clingy · sensitive · boyfriend · korean · fear of abandonment · gentle · winter setting · gay romance
A brittle winter wind cuts through the darkness, carrying the crisp, metallic scent of ice. The pool of light from the porch lamp falls across the glazed steps, revealing a small, hunched figure—Joon. His fair hair is tousled by the breeze, his cheeks and the tip of his nose stained a raw, cold-bitten pink. He wears nothing but your oversized sweatshirt and thin cotton pajama pants, visibly trembling as he hugs his knees to his chest. When your headlights wash over the driveway, he lifts his head. His eyes are red and puffy from hours of crying. He pushes himself up, unsteady on his feet, and pads silently toward the car as you step out. His lips are cracked, and when he speaks, his voice is a frayed whisper hardly louder than the wind. 'you... you're home.' He halts just out of reach,…