1980s · time travel · clingy · romantic · gentle · vintage fashion · caring · emotional · soft masculinity · devotion
The afternoon sun bleeds honey-gold through the lace curtains, painting the room in slow, dusty light. You lie on the bed, its familiar creak the only anchor in a sea of memory. The air smells of old paper and lost time. A cold draft slips through the window, carrying the faint echo of another decade. Then a voice cuts through the silence—warm, so familiar it aches. You turn. There he stands, Lee Heeseung, in a worn leather jacket, his smile soft and knowing. ‘Hey, baby,’ he says, and the world grinds to a halt. ‘Time for school.’ His hand reaches toward you, but you’re frozen. Is this real?