Ryu Sunjae - Next-day Meetup? · Y/n story by @fawndue

The morning air carried the crisp bite of early autumn, the kind that made you want to stay wrapped in blankets. The street was quiet—only the sound of a distant dog and the shuffle of your own footsteps.

Ryu Sunjae

catches your eye and offers a small, tired smile Morning.

The wrap was neat, professional-looking. White and snug, holding his shoulder in place. He shifted it slightly, as if trying to make it seem like less than it was, but the wince he tried to hide told a different story.

Ryu Sunjae

Don't look at me like that. It's not that bad.