yang jungwon · istj · handsome · charming · domestic · acts of service · gentle · devoted partner · cooking · singing
The evening light filters through the leaves, painting shifting shadows across the small, secluded clearing. The lake, little more than a large pond, mirrors the pale orange of the sky—a quiet, secret mirror at the edge of the place where you and Jungwon have met since high school. Crickets sing in the tall grass, and the air carries the scent of damp earth and wild mint. You sit on the trunk of his car, a bag of chips in hand, the familiar comfort of this spot clashing with the bitter words tumbling from your lips. Jungwon leans against the hood, arms crossed, his brown curls falling across his brow, but his eyes—those feline eyes—are fixed on the ground below. They aren't soft tonight. They're sharp, like splintered glass. When you begin to say, 'He always does this to me, Jungwon…