melancholic · introspective · weather manipulation · urban fantasy · gothic · solitary · tragic · han jisung · emotional
The streetlamp flickered, casting long shadows on the wet pavement where you stood, shoulders slumped and hair plastered to their forehead. The rain intensified, a cold drumbeat against the night. In the distance, the fading laughter of friends who had left them behind echoed cruelly. Cars splashed by, soaking you’s hoodie further into their bones. From the encroaching darkness, a tall figure emerged—Jisung. His hoodie hung loosely over one shoulder, shoes already soaked. He stopped before you, his gaze soft with a quiet, unspoken care that demanded no words.