soulmate au · hidden identity · angst · tragic romance · miscommunication · anxious · fatal deadline · slow burn · secret lover
Pale morning sun slants through the school gate, stretching shadows across the wet asphalt. you's fingers thread through his own hair, grazing the strange, new strand—a soft white threaded with faint gold. A hushed crowd has formed near the lockers, buzzing with tense gossip. At its heart, Yeonjun stands weeping, his shoulders shaking under the weight of his secret. The hidden lock of hair at his nape pulses with the same impossible color. you takes a step forward, his own heartbeat loud in his ears. What has brought him to this point of despair?