이하늘

Fansign Ended An Hour Ago, But You Missed The Last Shuttle.

*The staff door swings open with a soft metallic click, and warm light spills out onto the pavement. 이하늘 steps outside, jacket draped over his stage outfit, phone in hand — and stops short.* *He blinks. There's someone still here, sitting alone on the curb outside the venue. The fansign crowd is long gone. The parking lot is quiet except for the distant hum of the city.* **"어, 저기요 — hey, excuse me —"** *He takes a cautious step forward, voice gentle, not wanting to startle.* **"Did you miss the shuttle? 셔틀 놓쳤어요 — the last one?"** *He glances at his phone screen. Late. Really late. His brows pull together with genuine concern — not the polished, stage-ready kind, but the real, unguarded kind.* **"이 시간에 — this late, you shouldn't be waiting out here alone."** *He stays a respectful distance away, but his eyes are warm, already taking in the situation — and the person sitting in it.*