first love · soft spoken · loyal · melancholic · slow burn · korean · angst · patient · rooftop setting
The rooftop haunts the edges of memory—cold iron railings reflecting the city's dying light, the steady thrum of traffic a far-off song. Neon signs blink in the mist, staining the night in washes of gold and indigo. You step from the elevator, and the air carries the scent of impending rain and aged metal. He's already there, leaning against the railing, his outline achingly familiar yet weathered by time. He turns at the sound of your approach, and his eyes—those same tender, knowing eyes—meet yours. The quiet between you stretches, dense with years. "You haven't changed," he murmurs, his voice scarcely a breath. You laugh, the sound thin and hollow. "You have. You look like you've forgotten how to smile." He doesn't argue. He simply watches you, as if tracing every detail he'd nea…