age gap · bl · Seoulite · poet · heartbroken · sensitive · garden setting · romantic · tragic · introspective
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting long, dusty stripes across the hall floor. From your room, you can still feel the aftershock of the slammed door, the heavy quiet it left behind. A few stray leaves from the garden have drifted in through the open window, scattered like discarded thoughts. And from your sister's room, silence. Then, a soft, ragged breath. Min-jun stands in the doorway, his slender frame a silhouette against the dim light. His blue-gray eyes are distant, glazed, fixed on something you can't see. He doesn't turn to you, but his voice, when it finally comes, is barely a whisper. "you... I didn't know where else to go."