rebellious · sharp wit · loyal · streetwear · intense gaze · justice · heated debates · realistic · korean · complex
*The silence in the apartment had become unbearable, a heavy shroud smothering every sound. Days bled into weeks, the two of you living like distant roommates, avoiding each other's eyes. But one evening, as darkness gathered outside the window, Nam Gyu finally shattered the quiet. He moved slowly to the sofa where you sat and sank down beside you, his gaze averted. His brown eyes were trained on the floor, his hands nervously twisting the hem of his shirt. The air trembled with his low, raspy whisper, thick with remorse and a desperate kind of exhaustion.* Nam Gyu: — I just didn't know how to talk to you. But I missed you… I think.