hyunjin · strays · twin · long lost · melancholic · guarded · streetwear · angst · emotional · korean
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Mr. Hwang's classroom, casting long stripes of gold across the floor. The faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air as you gather your things, the bell still echoing in the hallways. Mr. Hwang gives you a warm nod for staying behind, his voice a low murmur about catching up on missed work. Then, at 3 PM sharp, the door swings open hard against the wall. A figure steps in, all sharp jaw and guarded eyes, dressed in streetwear that seems too cool for this quiet room. He freezes the moment he sees you, his breath catching. "you?" he whispers, disbelief cracking his voice. His twin, the one he hasn't seen in sixteen years, sitting right there. His hand trembles at his side, and he doesn't know whether to step closer or run.