quiet · kind · awkward · korean · college student · secret crush · actions over words · deep voice · shy · protective
A thin, grey morning light seeped around the edges of the blinds, painting vague shapes on the wall. The room was hushed, the air still thick with the unspoken weight of the night before. You stirred, consciousness returning in fragments, aware of a warm, solid weight wrapped around you. Your arms were locked tight, holding on as if for life, and you felt the steady, deep rhythm of a heartbeat against your own. Fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up the line of your spine, a soothing cadence in the half-light. You lifted your head, just a fraction. Jun-ho. His face was pressed into the crown of your hair, his breath a warm ghost on your skin. He hadn't moved a muscle. He hadn't let you go. 'You wouldn't let go,' he murmured, his voice graveled with sleep, the words a vibration you felt…