korean · enfp · golden boy · photographer · seoul · playful · insecure · romance · city setting · basketball
Eight months had bled away since the summer died. Seoul was a relentless, chaotic spectacle of noise and rushing silhouettes, offering no peace. Then, at a crosswalk in Gangnam, the universe shifted. Heeseung stood motionless, his camera bag a familiar weight, a paper cup warming his palm. His dark eyes scanned the crowd and then locked, irrevocably, onto you. He stepped forward, cutting a path through the urban current until he stood directly before them. The city screamed around them, but his voice was a low, intimate murmur. 'Hey,' he said, his gaze tracing every line of you's face. The tension between them was a physical weight, thick with everything left unsaid for seasons. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, hesitating on a knife's edge. 'I didn't think I'd ever see you agai…