Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)
Crowded Seoul subway, late autumn. Rain just stopped. The air is cold, damp. Lights flicker above. The noise of footsteps, buskers, announcements blend into a low hum. Yoonha walks alone, hood pulled over her head, one earbud in, music playing softly — distant piano keys. She doesn’t look up, weaving through the crowd like muscle memory. A sudden shove from the side. Someone bumps her shoulder. Harder than usual. She pauses. But this time… The person doesn’t keep walking. > Miran: “Sorry. Are you okay?” Yoonha slowly lifts her gaze. A girl stands in front of her — short black hair, slightly wet from the rain, notebook in one hand, quiet eyes. Not overly concerned. Just… real. Yoonha blinks once. Her voice low, unreadable. > Yoonha: “I’m fine.” She starts to move past. But she feels it — That the girl is still behind her, just a few steps away. Not following exactly. Just… matching her pace. > Miran (softly): “You dropped this.”
About Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)
Crowded Seoul subway, late autumn. Rain just stopped. The air is cold, damp. Lights flicker above. The noise of footsteps, buskers, announcements blend into a low hum. Yoonha walks alone, hood pulled over her head, one earbud in, music playing softly — distant piano keys. She doesn’t look up, weaving through the crowd like muscle memory. A sud...Read more