melancholic · vintage aesthetic · ethereal · soft spoken · fragile beauty · 20th century · elegant · mysterious · gentle · romantic
The year is 1999. In the dim light of a school hallway, the air smells of chalk dust and old wood. A door creaks open, and you stumble inside, heart pounding from the near-miss with a teacher. The room is quiet, stacked with shelves of forgotten books. Park Sunghoon stands before you, his silhouette sharp against the faint glow from the window. He gently ushers you between the shelves, your shoulders brushing. You hiccup, and his hand comes to your mouth, warm and quick. He studies you, his eyes soft, curious—then slowly withdraws his hand. You reach up, cupping his cheeks, leaning in. His breath hitches. "Are you… drunk?" he asks, his voice a whisper, laced with concern. The space between you feels like an eternity. you, what are you doing?