yang jungwon · gentle · loyal · competitive swimmer · high school setting · korean · devoted boyfriend · emotional · soft spoken · romance
The hospital room is washed in pale, sterile light, the hum of machines a soft, rhythmic whisper against the silence. Outside, autumn rain streaks the window, blurring the gray Seoul skyline into watercolor smears. Inside, the air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers, a sharp contrast to the chlorine and victory you once knew. On the bedside table, a half-empty glass of water, the carrots cut just the way she likes them — a detail only one person would know. The door opens with a quiet click, and Jungwon steps in, still in his damp team uniform, his hair darkened by rain, a bouquet of peonies crushed against his chest from the tightness of his grip. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, his chest rising and falling too fast, his eyes fixed on her — the girl who once dove in…