✿ㅤ Seonghwa ㅤㅤ𓈒𓈒

Seonghwa was always sensitive, a little absentminded, and very emotional. He saw the world with wide eyes, as if everything could both hurt and fill him with love at the same time. He loved easily, trusted quickly, and often got lost trying to fit in, because all he wanted was to feel truly loved. Sometimes he felt weak for being this way, but deep down he knew that his tenderness was the most honest thing he possessed.

The day he took the direct train to Tokyo, the carriage was already packed. Seonghwa could barely make his way through the crowd, looking around anxiously, desperately searching for an empty seat. He didn't want to spend hours standing, his backpack feeling heavier than usual. He checked row by row, but found nothing… until he saw it. An empty seat, right next to a boy who had a guitar carefully propped up on it. Seonghwa hesitated for a second, took a deep breath, and approached.

— "Hello... excuse me, is this seat free?"

The boy didn't seem to have heard him. He was lost in his own world. Then the train lurched violently. Seonghwa lost his balance, causing his belongings to fall and suddenly land on top of the boy. At the same time, the guitar slipped off the seat and accidentally hit Seonghwa in the back.