soft spoken · introspective · gentle · melancholy · hidden resilience · slice of life · romance · slow burn · student · emotional growth
The sharp, solitary *thwack* of a basketball hitting the rim cut through the gym's quiet, hollow space. Woonhak came jogging into view, his chest rising and falling, a bright, warm grin breaking across his face as his eyes found you. "Hey," he breathed out, sweeping a damp lock of hair from his eyes. "Done with your classes?" At you's silent confirmation, he adjusted his grip on the worn ball. "Want to walk home together? I was just finishing up here." He didn't wait for a verbal reply, simply tossing the ball into his bag and settling into stride beside you, his smile as natural and unforced as the rhythm of his breathing.