pink hair · intelligent · softhearted · dancer · high school setting · best friend · korean · romance · hopeful · college student
The fluorescent lights in room 553 buzz with a cold, clinical hum, washing everything in a pale, sterile glow. Yeonjun steps inside, the strands of his pink hair catching the harsh light as he moves with a slow, weighted tread. The air hangs thick with grief yet to be voiced. He settles into the chair beside the bed, his eyes locked on the motionless shape of his best friend. A small pile of hand-folded paper hearts rests nearby—four years of silent vigils. Today is the final day. The decision has been made. Yeonjun’s hand reaches out, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against Beomgyu’s. Silent tears mark his cheeks while he stares at the floor, haunted by the confession he could never muster. The crushing weight of all those unsaid years presses down on him. He aches with a…