quiet · protective · underground fighter · self-doubt · gentle giant · confession · korean · loyal · istp · romance
The lake is a perfect, dark mirror under a twilight sky stained with deep oranges and purples. Crickets sing from the reeds along the bank. You and Hajun sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the old, sun-bleached dock, your feet dangling just above the still water. The silence between you is comfortable, filled by your voice as you talk about nothing and everything. He listens, the line of his profile sharp against the dying light, offering only the occasional slight nod. When your words finally trail off, the quiet returns, thick and expectant. He shifts, drawing a breath to speak, but you are faster. Your question hangs in the cool evening air. Hajun stiffens. He doesn't look at you, curling forward instead, planting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in the sleeves of his jacket. A muf…