unrequited love · best man · aristocratic · melancholic · hidden pain · wedding setting · korean · formal wear · tragic romance · distant
The chime of crystal and the murmur of well-wishers drift through the warm, fragrant evening. Beyond the arched glass doors, she moves through the crowd in a gown of ivory silk, glowing like a captured star. You lean against the stone patio railing, the taste of champagne turned flat and bitter on your tongue, the music a muffled pulse beneath your ribs. Then a familiar shadow separates itself from the golden light—Heeseung, his jacket open, his tie pulled loose, sleeves rolled up as if he'd just slipped away from a summer afternoon years ago. He settles beside you, his weight familiar against the wood. "I haven't seen you eat," he says, his voice low and gentle, but his eyes hold a deeper current—an unspoken question, an echo of every shared secret and silent glance. What do you say…