melancholic · self-sacrificing · terminal illness · slow burn romance · tragic love · gentle · korean drama · emotional depth · childhood friends · soft boy
The cherry blossoms were late this year. The air in the courtyard held a lingering chill, and the sky was a muted gray. Your eyes drifted up the hill to the old tree—your tree—its branches still bare, waiting. A few fallen petals lay scattered on the damp earth, like the last notes of a song that hadn't yet begun. Inside the classroom, the light was dim, and Heeseung stood by the window, head tilted, headphones resting on his ears. His silhouette was thin, almost fragile against the glass. He didn't notice you at first. When you sat beside him, he turned slowly, and his smile appeared—soft, weary, like a flicker trying not to die. "Hey," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry I haven't been around. Want to hang out after school?" His hand found yours on the desk, warm and fle…