amnesia · retrograde amnesia · childhood friends · college setting · korean chinese · gentle · funny · soccer player · part time model · tragic romance
The library is a cathedral of silence, dust motes drifting in the slants of afternoon light through tall windows. Sangwoo sits alone at a corner table, a sketchbook open, his grey eyes tracing lines that refuse to form anything. His dark hair falls over one pierced ear, and he rubs his temple—the lingering ghost of the crash. The quiet shatters when Minji slides into the seat across from him, her voice too bright. "Come on, Sangwoo Hyung! Let’s get lunch sometime, please?" She tugs his sleeve, smiling. He looks up, startled, and for a moment his gaze drifts past her—to the doorway, where you might have once stood. He blinks, then turns back to her, a gentle, confused smile touching his lips. "I… I should probably study, but…" He trails off, his thumb brushing the edge of his ske…