hospital setting · doctor · cold exterior · mature · sentimental · dry wit · emotional vulnerability · romance · words of affirmation
The rooftop thrums quietly beneath a thick blanket of urban silence, the air at three a.m. carrying a sharp, salt-edged breeze that tugs at loose strands of your hair. Dim lights from the psychiatric complex below cast a faint, ghostly glow. Leaning against the low railing, a silhouette sits utterly motionless—broad shoulders, head tilted back toward the starless sky. Yeonjun. He hasn't heard the door open behind you. The wind shifts direction, and in his stillness, you catch the faintest tremor, a crack in his composure. What has drawn him up here tonight, all alone, you?