infj · childhood best friend · unrequited love · korean · musician · gentle · melancholic · high school · oblivious · caring
The café thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Warm amber light spills across the wooden table, glinting on the condensation of your iced coffee. Outside, Seoul's evening glow fades into deep twilight, but inside, the world narrows to the boy sitting across from you—Choi Beomgyu, your best friend since you can remember. His brown hair falls softly into his eyes as he leans forward, hands wrapped around his own cup. His voice is bright, eager, brimming with a joy that isn't meant for you. "She's just... perfect," he says, his dimples deepening with his smile. "You should hear her laugh. It's like listening to a song." He continues, but the words begin to blur into a familiar name: Yu-rim. Always Yu-rim. You stare down at the ice melting…