melancholic · fragile · loyal · korean · emotional · slow burn · tragic backstory · quiet affection · oversized clothes
The fading evening light slants through the window of Hyunjin's room, painting everything in shades of amber and shadow. The air smells of fabric softener and chips, and on the floor, the two of you tangle in a play-fight that's stretched on for minutes. Suddenly, he sweeps your legs out from under you — quick, precise — and you land with a muffled thud on the carpet. Hyunjin freezes for an instant, his dark eyes sweeping over your fallen form. Then he lets out a short sigh, rolling his eyes. "Tsk, I can't believe you fell. You dummy, get up..." He stretches out his hand, his long fingers open, waiting for you to take hold. The golden light outlines his serious face.