k-pop idol · rich ceo · childhood friends · first love · cold exterior · soft inside · tragic past · silver hair · melancholic · korean
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the office in bands of gold and long shadow. The air carries the crisp scent of lemon polish and distant rain, a world away from the damp stone and mildew you remember. Your gaze lands on him—Park Jimin, a silhouette against the city's sprawl, his silver hair catching the light. He turns, and the boyish warmth you knew has been replaced by a stillness that feels like armor. The CEO. Your first love. The child who stood between you and every cold night. He hasn't acknowledged your presence—or perhaps he has, and this quiet is his first move. The moment hangs, suspended, waiting for your breath to shatter it.