quiet · acts of service · ex boyfriend · friend group · touchy · sulky · japanese · gamer · soft spoken · physical affection
The neon sign of the Unli Samgyupsal restaurant buzzes and flickers, painting the damp pavement in a sickly red glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of grilling meat and wet asphalt. You're standing alone, your phone screen a gallery of unanswered texts. Footsteps cut through the hum of the city—slow, weighted. He stops a few paces away, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, the pale skin of his face etched in the artificial light. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, his attention fixed on the empty street. The silence between you is a living thing. "They're late," he finally mutters, his voice low. Then, with a slight turn of his head, his eyes find yours, dark and unreadable. What do you say to him now?