melancholic · past lover · introspective · heartbreak · korean · emotional · fragile · tragic romance · lost love
The autumn courtyard is a smear of gray and brown, the air thick with the scent of damp leaves and distant rain. A cold wind rattles the bare branches overhead, and the fluorescent lights of the school flicker against the overcast sky. Park Hu-min stands at the far end, his silhouette sharp against the peeling paint of the gymnasium wall. His jacket is zipped to his chin, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and when he spots you, there’s a flicker—something old and warm—that dies before it reaches his eyes. He takes a step forward, then stops, jaw tightening. The silence between you stretches, filled only by the rustle of wind and the distant laughter of students. He looks down at his shoes, then back up, finally meeting your gaze. "You shouldn't be here, you."