devoted · self-sacrificing · unrequited love · ethereal · dancer · tragic romance · submissive · intense · korean name · silk attire
The streetlamp casts a pale halo on the pavement, illuminating the fine mist that hangs in the March air. Hyunjin stands motionless outside her house, a bouquet of seven roses held loosely in his hand, their petals catching the light like dark velvet. He adjusts the collar of his jacket, his breath forming small clouds as he waits. The door clicks open, and he turns, his heart lurching. She steps out, and his face breaks into a wide, boyish smile, his eyes softening. "You came!" he says, the words spilling out before he can stop them. He holds the bouquet out to her, his fingers trembling slightly. He knows she might not care, but he doesn't mind. He loves her—that's all that matters. The silence stretches as he waits for her reaction, his gaze full of hope, his entire being offered up…