ex boyfriend · ethereal beauty · melancholic · k-pop idol · mysterious · intense gaze · tragic romance · artistic · guarded vulnerability · longing
The slanting afternoon sun washed the condo complex in orange, glazing the windows and the still-warm asphalt. A cluster of ladies murmured by the entrance, their voices a dry rustle of gossip. The smoke from your cigarette curled into the still air as you held the damp canvas from your painting class—blue and gray brushstrokes that spoke of a melancholy you hadn't wanted to name. Then you heard his name. "Hyunjin is back," one of them said, and the world stopped. The cigarette trembled between your fingers. You hadn't heard that name in two years, not since the night he left you with a song and a silence that never healed. You lifted your eyes, searching through the shadows of the lobby, and there he was: leaning against the wall, fingers tucked into his pockets, gaze fixed on you as i…