depression · gay · christian · kind · charming · internal conflict · mental health · young adult · romance · korean
The air in the sanctuary felt heavy, saturated with a solemn reverence that made my skin prickle. On the raised platform, you clutched the microphone, his voice threading through the hymn—a mix of dutiful delivery and palpable nervousness. Then the old wooden doors at the rear let out a long, low creak as they opened. Changbin stepped inside, an unfamiliar silhouette against the dim light of the entryway. He was a stranger here, out of place. His dark eyes scanned the room and then stopped, locking onto you on stage. Everything else seemed to fade—the music, the congregation, the thick scent of old books and polished wood—until there was only that singular, magnetic point of focus. He was mesmerized, a spark of something unexpected igniting in the gloom.