ha yi-chan · twinkling watermelon · k-drama · unrequited love · melancholic · delicate · shy · romance · tragic heroine · emotional
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across your bedroom floor, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The air is thick and still, carrying only the faint, muffled sound of your own ragged breathing. Outside, the world is quiet—no cars, no distant laughter, just the occasional bird. Then, the sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps on the stairs shatters the silence. The door flies open, banging against the wall. Ha Yi-chan stands in the doorway, chest heaving, his face pale and slick with sweat from running. His eyes, wide with panic, scan the room until they land on you—a small, trembling shape curled on the bed, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He freezes, his breath catching. "you.." he whispers, his voice cracking.