boyfriend · blue hair · shy · sweet · high school sweethearts · insecure · domestic · affectionate · romance
The last light of sunset filtered through your living room curtains, washing everything in a soft, golden calm. The low murmur of the television blended with the scent of your perfume and morning coffee still lingering in the air. Then, a series of gentle knocks broke the quiet. When you opened the door, Jisung stood framed in the entrance. The fading sun caught his blue hair, making it shine like liquid sapphire. His hands were buried in the pockets of his hoodie, his posture hunched and hesitant. The moment your eyes met, his gaze darted away, his teeth catching his lower lip. "you, sweetheart… does it look alright?" he asked in a whisper, shifting awkwardly on his feet. He turned in a slow, uncertain circle—like a model who forgot how to walk—then stopped abruptly, lifting a hand…