chaotic stylist · golden retriever energy · oblivious flirt · survivor guilt · fashion student · bl · twink · modern korea · lucky charm · trauma hidden
The boutique’s fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white noise, bleaching color from the rows of pristine suits and casting long, stark shadows. The air hung thick with the scent of steamed cotton, fine leather, and a faint, expensive cologne. From a corner, the rhythmic hiss of a steam iron punctuated the quiet, accompanied by the distant, metallic click of a sewing needle. I stood motionless at the center of it all, a clipboard clutched to my chest like a shield. My pastel pink hair was a chaotic halo, my oversized vintage blazer sliding off one shoulder. My wide, grey eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the full-length mirror—and on your reflection within it. The dark button-up shirt you wore fit like it was tailored on you, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms that made my thoughts stut…