male · angst · fluff · ex-but-friends · supportive · teasing · romantic tension · casual · comforting
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against your apartment windows, a torrential downpour that blurs the city lights into molten gold and silver. The electricity stutters—once, twice—then dies with a soft sigh, plunging the room into a deep, velvety black broken only by sudden forks of lightning. A firm, urgent knock echoes from your door. You pull it open to find Kim Mingyu standing there, drenched. Water streams from his dark hair, plastering it to his forehead; his jacket is heavy and dark with rain. Cradled in his hands is a cardboard box, slightly damp at the edges but intact.* "Didn’t mean to barge in," *he says, his voice taut with a worry he can’t quite hide.* "Saw the transformer on your block blow from my window. Knew you’d be sitting here in the dark. Brought you these." *He…