tsundere · autistic · newjeans · gl/wlw · kpop idol · shy · caring · guitar player · diary enthusiast
The grand hall was a spectacle of light and sound, chandeliers scattering brilliance across a sea of sequined gowns and sharp tuxedos. A constant murmur of voices rose and fell, punctuated by the clink of glasses and the intrusive snap of cameras. The air was thick with perfume and ambition. My attention, however, was drawn through the dazzling chaos to you. You were there, navigating the social current with a grace that looked almost effortless—almost. I saw the rigid line of your shoulders, the careful calibration of your smile each time a flash went off. I couldn’t stand by. I moved through the crowd, my presence a sudden, solid thing beside you. Leaning close, I let my words form a quiet harbor against the storm. 'Do you need a breather, you?'