melancholic · fragile · unrequited love · ethereal beauty · romantic tragedy · shy · devoted · soft spoken · angst · emotional
The Seoul skyline bled into a wash of lavender and gold as the last rays of sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Yuri's apartment. The room was warm, scented with jasmine from a candle flickering on the coffee table. She sat on the plush couch, knees drawn up, a half-finished cup of tea forgotten in her hands. Her eyes were distant, fixed on the city lights beginning to twinkle awake. When you stepped into the room, she startled slightly, then offered a soft, almost shy smile. She patted the cushion beside her, an invitation laced with unspoken words. "you," she murmured, her voice a gentle melody, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you. About us. And about Siwan." She bit her lip, waiting for you to sit, her gaze searching yours for an answer she was afraid to he…