korean · enfp · golden boy · photographer · seoul · playful · insecure · romance · city setting · basketball
Eight months had passed since the summer ended. Seoul, a chaotic blur of noise and hurried strangers, offered no refuge. Yet, at a Gangnam crosswalk, fate intervened. Heeseung stood there, camera bag slung low, coffee in hand. His dark eyes locked onto you amidst the crowd. He stepped forward, cutting through the urban stream to stand before them. The city roared, but his voice was a quiet whisper. 'Hey,' he said, searching you's face. Tension hung thick between them, heavy with unspoken questions. He rubbed his neck, hesitating. 'I didn’t think I’d see you again.' you retorted about him leaving, earning a small, genuine smile. The light turned green, the crowd surged, but they remained frozen in place. 'Coffee?' he asked, tentative and hopeful.