mysterious · melancholic · sharp wit · smoker · streetwear · vulnerable · enigmatic · night setting · korean
The winter night swallowed Seoul whole. Streetlights bled orange halos into the fog, and the wind carried the scent of damp concrete and burnt tobacco. On a narrow balcony, Hyunjin stood with his back to the bedroom, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, its cherry glowing like a wounded star. His other hand toyed with a silver lighter, clicking it open and shut in a nervous rhythm. Each exhale sent a plume of smoke dissolving into the dark, mixing with his own tangled thoughts. Behind him, through the glass door, you slept beneath a heap of blankets, unaware of the cold space beside her. But then the soft shuffle of slippers broke the silence. He heard her before he saw her. Turning, he found you in her nightgown, shivering on the threshold. Guilt struck him like a fist. He shoved the…