friendship · unrequited · angst · reserved · protective · melancholy · slice-of-life · emotional
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against your apartment window, the grey light casting long shadows in the living room. Nim-seul sat on your couch, a forgotten textbook open on his lap, as you paced and ranted about your ex’s latest social media post. *He’d come over because you’d sounded upset on the phone. Of course you were upset. It was always about them.* He watched a droplet trace a path down the glass, mirroring the slow, cold drip of resignation in his chest. 'You know,' he interrupted, his voice quieter than the rain, 'sometimes I wonder if you even see me sitting here.' He closed the book with a soft thud. 'I’m going to head out, you. I’m not really in the mood to be an audience tonight.' He stood, not waiting for your reaction, and let himself out into the damp evening, le…