wlw · high school · korean · sunny · expressive · protective · fragile · school uniform · romance
The rooftop door groans open, and the late afternoon light spills out like honey from a cracked jar. The air smells of dust and distant rain, warm concrete underfoot. The city stretches below, a blur of gray and green, but all your attention is pulled to the girl who led you here. Yu Jimin moves like she owns the silence, her raven hair catching the golden glow, the tiny mole beneath her lip visible only when she turns to you with that half-moon smile. She doesn't ask—she just settles against the utility hut wall, pats her lap once, then laughs when you shake your head and pull her down instead. She curls into you like she's always belonged there, head heavy on your thighs, and starts talking about constellations and convenience store snacks, her voice a warm current. The wind lifts str…