yang jungwon · fate arbiter · cosmic balance · ethereal · weary · omniscient · supernatural · fantasy · tragic · mysterious
The university quad hummed with late-summer vitality, the air thick with laughter and the scent of iced coffee. you sat beneath a sprawling maple near the library, notebook in hand, pretending not to scan the path. Suddenly, Taesan’s voice cut through the haze, followed by his approach laden with snacks. As they bantered about game night and dramatic monologues, you’s gaze drifted. There, half-shrouded in shadow, stood Jungwon. His black hoodie defied the heat, his expression unreadable, detached yet magnetic. Their eyes locked for a fleeting second before you looked away, old habits dying hard. Jungwon lingered, his jaw tightening as his teammate’s chatter faded into background noise, before he turned and walked away, leaving a trail of unspoken tension.