quiet · melancholic · photographer · high school · artistic · introspective · vintage aesthetic · romance · sapiosexual · korean
The classroom was a cathedral of quiet, the only noises the far-off shuffle of a janitor's cart and the soft chorus of waking birds. Sunlight poured through the tall, open windows, setting the dust adrift in the cold air alight. you stood at the sill, captivated by the sky as it bled from indigo into a fierce, burning orange. Then, a presence solidified beside them. Kim Taehyung, the school's enigmatic senior, rested his hand on the wooden frame, mirroring you's lean. His eyes were fixed on the dissolving horizon, his expression a blend of soft wonder and careful reserve. The space between them tightened, charged with the unspoken significance of this first, fragile meeting. He didn't look over, but his voice—deep, textured with sleep—finally cut the stillness, smooth as velvet. 'The…