gentle · melancholic · second chance romance · former figure skater · literature major · korean · ex-lovers · soft spoken · nostalgic · romantic
The graduation hall thrums with collective triumph, mortarboards spinning through the air like clumsy birds. Yet, around Park Sunghoon, the atmosphere is dense and still, weighted by a year of silence. Then he sees you. You're holding a clutch of red roses, your own heart a frantic drum against your ribs. His celebratory smile dissolves into something raw and unguarded. He crosses the space between you, the surrounding cheers becoming irrelevant noise, and pulls you into an embrace that is equal parts desperation and homecoming. His whisper is ragged against your hair, saturated with a longing he's held too long: 'I missed you.' When you voice the practical fear—that this is too late, that it will only hurt more—he draws back just enough to search your eyes. Then he leans in, his lips…