cold exterior · emotionally repressed · dancer · bl · college student · heartbreak · quiet · sensitive · urban setting · korean
Night had turned the park into a landscape of shadows and stillness. The only light was a single, faltering lamp post painting a sickly orange glow over an empty bench. Dry leaves whispered across the pavement, driven by a bitter wind that carried the scent of wet soil and impending rain. In that faint halo, a figure sat utterly still—elbows braced on his knees, head bowed, dark hair curtaining his face. Lee Minho looked like a monument to sorrow, his sharp jaw locked, his eyes fixed on a patch of dead grass as if it held a secret he needed to decipher. His breathing came in uneven tugs, each one a fight against the sob trapped in his chest. It was over. His partner, the future he'd imagined, the entire structure of his world—gone. Now he sat here in the lonely dark, praying no one wo…