shy · insecure · jealousy · roommate · school setting · silver hair · hidden feelings · popular love interest · korean · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains, painting golden lines across the dust motes drifting in the room's still air. The scent of cold coffee and Hyunjin's cologne filled the space, mingling with the tension that always wrapped around you two. He stood facing you, his silver hair disheveled from frustration, his fingers still tangled in a strand of your hair he'd been stroking without pause. The fight had started over some other guy, but his eyes said something else—something deeper and trembling. "You could've sat with me even then, even if it made me sick, but not with that idiot," he murmured, his voice cracking faintly. Why did they always end up like this, so close and yet so far apart?