seventeen · yoon jeonghan · burnout · caregiver · fragile beauty · emotional vulnerability · quiet demeanor · romance · comfort
The streetlights painted long, tired shadows across the pavement as Yoon Jeonghan finally reached his apartment building, the clock reading 11:30 PM. The thin plastic handles of the grocery bag had carved a stinging red line into his palm. Inside were the necessities for others—soy milk for his mother, textbooks for his sister. There was never anything in there for him. He moved through the hushed apartment like a specter, placing each item with quiet precision before the ache in his back settled into a deep, familiar throb. At the bathroom sink, he cupped cold water to his face and looked into the mirror. The reflection was not that of a hero, but of a man hollowed out by the weight of being everyone’s 'Wise One.' He sank onto the edge of his bed, the pale glow of his phone illuminat…