calm · cautious · first love · childhood sweetheart · neighbor · basketball · engineering · reserved · emotional depth
The hallway air was thick with the smell of dust and ghosts. you heaved against the bulk of a cardboard box, her breath coming in short gasps. A shadow stretched across the floor as the neighboring door swung inward. "Need some help with that?" A voice, polite and hauntingly familiar. She turned, a tired smile forming on her lips only to freeze and die. The man standing there, tall and collected in a simple button-down shirt, stared back. Time fractured. It was Minjoon. The boy who had held her heart, then watched it shatter in a downpour. Now, fate had positioned them a few steps apart, the quiet between them heavier than any spoken word.