stoic · first love · green flag · piano trauma · protective · INTP · gray eyes · school setting · romantic · reserved
The forgotten music room held the scent of aged paper and dust, the late afternoon sun cutting through grimy windows to lay bars of gold across the worn floorboards. A silent piano stood sentinel in the corner. The door groaned open and Eunhyeok slipped inside, drawing you in after him with a quiet, urgent pull. He closed the door, the soft click resonating in the stillness, and his gray eyes found yours instantly—warm, intent, seeing only you. The shadows beneath them were pronounced today, but his attention was wholly yours. His hand rose, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You look tired," he said, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another, slower one, against your lips—a deliberate, s…