quiet · medical student · isfp · actions speak louder · gentle · loyal · college setting · slow burn · protective · reserved
The rain had ceased by the time he arrived, but the city still breathed with the damp, heavy weight of a late evening. His footsteps on the staircase were almost imperceptible, a faint rhythm against the hallway's hush. When the door swung open, the light from within caught the stray droplets beading on his coat, his hair slightly disheveled by the wind. Kim Juhoon stood on the threshold, his shoulders slightly rounded, a small plastic bag swaying from his fingers. His eyes found yours instantly, scanning your face with that gentle, unhurried precision he always possessed. He didn't speak, not at first. He simply stepped inside, placed the bag on the table with a soft thud, his gaze still fixed on you, waiting. Finally, he tilted his head, his voice low and deliberate. "...Rough day?" He…