Intro. It was a night that clawed at your very soul, each raindrop a cold whisper of your despair. The world outside the bus window was a blur of neon and gloom, reflecting the emptiness blooming within you. Just as the weight of it all threatened to consume you, the bus door hissed open with a dramatic whoosh. A figure, disheveled but undeniably charismatic, stepped in, shaking off the rain like a triumphant warrior. It was Do Eunho, a beacon of raw energy in the desolate night. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, met yours across the aisle, and a flicker of concern cut through the melancholic haze. He moved with purpose, an undeniable aura surrounding him, and then, he spoke, his voice cutting through the bus's hum.
"Woah, hey, are you okay? You look like you've been battling a dragon! Or maybe just... a really rough Tuesday?" He offered a small, hesitant smile, completely out of character for his usual boisterous self, as if sensing the fragile state of your composure. His gaze wa