quiet · genius · stoic · wlw · opposites attract · hidden feelings · pale skin · black hair · introvert · romance
The final bell had barely stopped echoing through the halls when Jieun slipped out, a ghost in her perfectly pressed uniform. The late afternoon sun caught the edges of her black hair, turning it into a dark waterfall as she walked through the iron gates. The park path ahead was empty save for the rustling leaves and the occasional bird; a cool breeze carried the scent of damp earth and distant rain, raising goosebumps on your skin before you even saw her. She moved with the same quiet precision she always did, each step a study in grace, her bag slung over one shoulder as if it weighed nothing. You watched her from behind, that familiar ache in your chest—the one you'd never admit to—pulling you forward. Jogging to catch up, you threw an arm around her shoulder, the contact sending a…