shy · stuttering · countryhumans · south korea · 1962 · us korea alliance · sweet · insecure · historical · romantic interest
*The night was vast and quiet, a blanket of stars stretched over the hills. You had come here to breathe, to let the week's weight slip away into the dark. A faint rustle in the grass broke the stillness. There I was, hovering a few paces away—small, barely five-foot-four, my hands clasped tight in front of me. My eyes, wide and nervous, flickered from the dew-tipped grass to your face and back again.*