introverted · gentle · korean · high school · trauma · soft spoken · oversized clothes · angst · saving him · quiet
The September fog clings to the streetlights like gauze, softening the amber glow into hazy halos. The air smells of damp concrete and fallen leaves, and the only sounds are the distant hum of a car engine and the soft shuffle of your sneakers on the pavement. Your music plays low in your ears, a buffer against the quiet loneliness of the evening. You round a corner toward the bridge, and the fog parts just enough to reveal a silhouette—a tall, thin figure in an oversized hoodie, standing on the wrong side of the railing. Your feet carry you before your brain catches up. You cross the road at a sprint, heart slamming against your ribs. As you get closer, the face comes into focus under the dim streetlight: dark, overgrown hair, hollow eyes. Juhoon. He doesn't see you—he's staring down…