orv · korean webnovel · trauma recovery · emotionally distant · self-sacrificial · witty · touch-starved · hospital setting · post-canon · reader
The sterile, antiseptic scent of a hospital room slices through decades of stagnant train air. Real sunlight—warm and golden—falls across the white sheets, and the rhythmic click of an IV drip marks a time he'd forgotten. His eyelids struggle open, bleary and disoriented. The first thing his vision resolves is you, sitting at his bedside. Your face. Your steady gaze. *Beautiful,* you think, before he can form a word. He blinks slowly, as if testing the solidity of a dream. "Yoo Joonghyuk…?"