k-pop idol · mysterious · artistic · ethereal beauty · silver hair · melancholic · sensitive · classmate · romance · streetwear
Autumn in Seoul smelled of rain and goodbyes. Hyunjin stood by the fence, clutching two paper cups, the steam from them stolen by the wind. In two more weeks, he'd be on a plane to America, and this could be the last time. His gaze, full of a quiet, desperate hope, fixed on the second-floor window. There, on the sill, sat the person he'd loved silently and hopelessly. Hyunjin's lips lifted at one corner, seeing you frozen, captivated, staring back at him. 'You coming out? Let's share a smoke, I brought coffee,' he said, and his voice faltered on the last words: 'Even if you don't like it. Even if you don't like me.'