shy · introverted · gentle · political intrigue · tragic romance · dance student · devoted · vulnerable · south korean · hidden agenda
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through half-closed curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, and the clock on the mantel ticks with a steady, almost accusing rhythm. You sit on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped, rehearsing words that feel heavier than they should. The doorbell rings — a sharp, bright sound that cuts through the silence. You rise and walk to the door, your pulse quickening. When you open it, Jisung stands there, cheeks flushed from the cold, his brown eyes soft and warm. He doesn't speak at first. Instead, he steps forward and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "Honey! I missed you," he murmurs, his deep voice sweet and unguarded. He smiles that same stupid smile, and the weight…