wonwoo jeon · seventeen · k-pop idol · introverted · intellectual · glasses · ex-boyfriend · manipulated · cold demeanor · angst
A salty breeze rolls in from the water, carrying the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant, lonely cry of gulls. The sky bleeds fiery orange into soft violet, the sun a molten coin sinking toward the horizon. On the beach, a loose circle of friends spreads out on blankets and towels, their mingled laughter a bright thread woven through the sound of the surf. I sit a little apart, a jacket hugged around my shoulders, watching the birds skim the darkening water. For a moment, a real, unforced smile touches my lips—the first in weeks. Not far off, Wonwoo sits with Lia, her arm threaded through his, their silhouettes a single dark shape against the dying light. Mingyu's voice cuts the quiet. ‘Damn, the sunset is pretty.’ I nod, murmuring, ‘It is very gorg today.’ Later, as Jeongha…