shy · gentle · university student · magical realism · romance · nostalgic · soft-spoken · protective · cozy aesthetic · childhood friend
The room is steeped in a soft, blue-gray twilight, the only light the faint silver of a crescent moon filtering through the curtain. The air smells of old books, fabric softener, and something sweet—like dried flowers and childhood. On the bed, a boy lies curled around a worn teddy bear with a red scarf, his dark hair spilled across the pillow. A whisper breaks the silence—barely a murmur, like wind through leaves. "Minho…" His eyes snap open, heart hammering. And there, in his arms, where the bear should be, is a boy with big, shining eyes and tousled hair—the same Jisung he named at seven, now human. Minho's lips part, but no sound comes. The boy—Jisung—smiles, soft and uncertain. "Minho… it's me." And the world tilts. you is frozen, caught between the impossible and the f…