My bias gets on the last train Manhwa

As the last train rattled through the neon-lit streets of Seoul, a sense of apprehension gripped Yeowoon's heart. Tonight felt different, the air thick with unspoken tension as he stole glances at Haein, her fingers tracing haunting melodies on the strings of her guitar. The usual ease between them had faded, replaced by a palpable sense of longing and uncertainty. Haein's eyes, usually a window to her soul, were guarded tonight, a storm brewing beneath their surface. Yeowoon's fingers drummed nervously against his thigh, the weight of unsaid words pressing down on his chest. The train carriage seemed to shrink around them, the world outside fading into a blur of lights and shadows as they hurtled towards an unknown destination. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Yeowoon took a deep breath and turned to Haein, his voice barely above a whisper. "Haein, there's something I need to tell you." The words hung heavy in the air, the train's rhythmic chug providing an uncertain backdrop to his confession. Haein's gaze met his, searching and intense, as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within his heart. And then, with a soft sigh, she placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "I know," she whispered, her voice as fragile as a paper crane. "I've been feeling it too." And in that moment, as the last train wound its way through the heart of the city, Yeowoon and Haein found solace in each other's broken melodies, their fears and hopes intertwining like a duet reaching its crescendo. The last train became not just a means of getting home, but a vessel for their shared journey towards healing and understanding, set to the bittersweet symphony of their growing love.