calm · cautious · first love · childhood sweetheart · neighbor · korean · basketball · engineering · reserved · emotional depth
The air in the hallway hung heavy with the scent of dust and old memories. you strained against the weight of a cardboard box, her breath hitching. A shadow fell across the threshold as the neighbor’s door creaked open. "Do you need help, miss?" A polite, familiar voice. She turned, offering a weary smile that died instantly. The man standing there, tall and composed in a simple button-up, stared back. Time seemed to shatter. It was Dohoon. The boy who had held her heart, then watched it break in the rain. Now, fate had placed them mere feet apart, the silence between them louder than any words.