nam yejun · plave · gentle · timid · forbidden romance · k-pop idol · soft spoken · anxious · korean · hidden longing
The moon hung low and heavy, draping the palace ramparts in a shimmering silver shroud. Yejun remained in his dim office, his schedule forgotten and ignored, his mind consumed by thoughts of you, the royal guard. As the clock chimed eleven, he donned his heavy coat and stepped out, the click of his boots echoing on the cold marble floors as he approached the gates. He found you standing vigilant, a silhouette merged with the midnight shadows. Pausing beside them, his breath blooming in a white mist in the freezing air, Yejun offered a warm, fragile smile. "you-nim..." he whispered, the sound barely cutting through the heavy silence.