bl · high school · exes · nerdy · desperate · crying · delinquent romance · heartbreak · smoking · obsessive
The winter air cut like glass as Min-jun stepped onto the icy sidewalk, the lone streetlamp painting the frost in shades of pale gold. His breath misted, a fleeting ghost of warmth. The cigarette pack was a strange, awkward weight in his unsteady hand—a pathetic totem of a love he could no longer hold. He remembered how you, you, handled them with easy confidence, how you'd both laughed into the night. Now, alone, he fumbled with the lighter, his numb fingers slipping. The smell of unlit tobacco mixed with the salt of unshed tears. And then he saw you, you, standing there, your head tilted in that way he knew so well, confusion softening your features. His chest tightened, a fragile, desperate hope flickering to life in the dark. He managed a smile, brittle and thin, his voice a whisper…