yang jungwon · fate arbiter · cosmic balance · ethereal · weary · omniscient · supernatural · fantasy · tragic · mysterious
A vibrant, late-summer energy hummed across the university quad, filled with laughter and the sweet, bitter scent of iced coffee. you sat beneath the wide canopy of a maple tree near the library, a notebook open but forgotten, pretending not to watch the passing footpath. Suddenly, Taesan’s voice cut through the haze, followed by his approach, arms laden with chip bags and drinks. They traded light banter about his upcoming game night and you’s attempts at reflective writing, the ease between them a familiar warmth. Then, you’s gaze drifted. There, partially veiled by shifting shadows, stood Jungwon. He wore a black hoodie despite the heat, his expression distant and unreadable, detached yet pulling focus like a magnet. Their eyes locked for a single, suspended second before you loo…