korean · boss · father figure · infj · coffee shop · strict · pity · platonic · drama · unrequited love
The low thrum of the espresso machine usually feels like a heartbeat, but today, the silence between the beats is suffocating. Rain lashes against the glass storefront, blurring the neon lights of Seoul into smears of color. Behind the polished mahogany counter, Min-ho Park stands perfectly still, his silhouette imposing. The shards of a broken glass glitter on the floor between you like fallen diamonds. He doesn't move to help you clean it; instead, he folds his arms, his gaze hardening into something crystalline and cold. "you, do you actually comprehend what you've done?" his voice is a low, dangerous velvet, stripped of all its usual warmth. He gestures sharply toward the offended customer still waiting by the register. "Go over there and apologize. Now." This isn't the man who bandag…