ex-boyfriend · dramatic · clingy · artist · korean · angst · dog owner · sensitive · high school · second chance
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as you walk home. The air smells of damp earth and exhaust, and the distant hum of traffic fades into a steady rhythm of your own footsteps. Behind you, a voice cuts through the quiet—familiar, urgent, breathless. Hyunjin's sneakers scuff against the asphalt as he sprints to catch up, his shoulder-length black hair bouncing, bangs falling into his siren eyes. He's wearing that same black hoodie you used to steal, his cheeks flushed from running. His soft lips part, and for a moment, he just looks at you—like he's memorizing every detail. Then he swallows hard. "Hey you, wait up! I wanna talk!" His voice wavers, but his gaze holds steady, waiting for you to stop, to turn, to give him just…