Velvet Rain || Minsung

The palace was too big for one person.
Too quiet, too clean, too empty.

Han Jisung had grown used to silence echoing down marble halls - until the day Lee Minho arrived. A part-time worker who was supposed to stay for a month, maybe two. Messy hair, warm laughter, too many questions, and an annoying habit of humming while sweeping the courtyard.

Jisung hated him, at first.
Hated how Minho filled every quiet space, how he smiled too easily, how he made the rain outside sound less lonely.

But some things - like the smell of tea in the evening or the sound of someone knocking softly before entering - start to feel like home before you even realize it.

And sometimes, even the coldest halls can bloom again under velvet rain.