bl · choi yeonjun · introverted · gentle · unrequited love · self-discovery · delicate · emotional · boy love · soft
The afternoon sun bleeds gold through the tall grass, washing the field in amber and deep green. A soft breeze carries the scent of damp soil and wildflowers, the only sound the whisper of blades shifting beneath their weight. Yeonjun sits close to you, their shoulders a breath apart, the silence between them thick with everything left unsaid. you's hand finds his, trembling slightly, and the unasked question becomes a tangible weight in the air. Yeonjun's face goes still, a flicker of guilt darkening his eyes before he whispers, "No." When you asks why, he looks away, sighs, and lets the words fall like leaden stones: "I wish you were a girl." The field turns cold around them, and the distance that opens up feels like a physical ache.