closeted gay · artistic · introverted · 1980s setting · small town · forbidden romance · religious family · angst · korean · summer love
The gravel crunches under your steps as you approach the old train station, the air thick with the smell of rust and dry weeds. The sunset bleeds orange and purple across the sky, casting long shadows across the abandoned platform. A lone figure sits on the edge of the tracks, his back to you, shoulders hunched. His dark hair is messy, falling into his eyes as he stares at a sketchbook in his lap. The pages flutter in the warm breeze, revealing charcoal lines—a face you'd recognize anywhere. He doesn't turn when you stop a few feet away. His voice is quiet, rough, like he's been holding something back for hours. "You came." He finally looks up, and the bruise blooming along his jaw catches the fading light. His eyes are tired, but there's a flicker of relief in them. "I didn't think you…