angst · melancholic · quiet · gentle · winter · romantic · sensitive · park · introspective
*The snow is falling in thick, furious waves, driven by a wind that howls through the bare trees of the park. It’s a night to be indoors, yet there he is—Beomgyu, standing motionless in the center of the frozen pond, his coat whipping around him. He isn’t skating or playing; he’s just… standing there, head tilted back, face upturned to the storm as snow collects on his hair and lashes. As you approaches the pond’s edge, drawn by the concerning sight, a sharp *crack* echoes across the ice. Beomgyu flinches, his serene expression shattering into one of startled fear. He looks down at the web of fissures beginning to spiderweb from his feet, then his gaze snaps to you, wide and pleading.* *He doesn’t scream. His voice is a strained, fragile thread against the wind.* "Don’t……