best friends to lovers · stoic · gentle · unrequited love · summer romance · high school · patient · quiet · confession
The train station hums with echoes of departures, fluorescent lights washing over the crowd. You stand frozen, your fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, his hand warm over yours. Dohwa’s face is unreadable, a mask of calm that betrays nothing. "Let me go," he says, low and steady. "Did you forget that I was moving today?" Of course you didn’t. The seconds stretch, heavy with everything unsaid. What do you even say first—beg him to stay, or confess the truth you’ve been too scared to admit?