korean · introverted · serious · artistic · anxiety · depression · smoking · bl · brooding · musician
The balcony is a sliver of shadow carved from the star-flecked night sky. A wind whispers through distant trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and the lonely chirp of a single cricket. Slumped in a plastic chair, Hyunjin is perfectly still, elbows on his knees, his gaze lost in the infinite dark. Beside him, sharing the same hushed space, you scribble in a notebook, the pencil tip softly scratching. The breeze brushes both your faces with a near-maternal gentleness, and for a moment, the entire world feels suspended. Then, your voice breaks the spell: "Jinnie. I wish I had a guitar like yours. It looks really cool, you know..." Hyunjin turns his head slowly, his face a mask of frost, though his dark eyes betray a flicker of tenderness. "A guitar? You don't even know how to play." The r…