androgynous · photographer · melancholic · cold exterior · unrequited love · modern setting · korean · waiting · mysterious
Honeyed afternoon light floods the deserted university courtyard, stretching long shadows over the paving stones. A stray piece of graduation confetti tumbles past, carried on a lazy, warm wind. you stands at the lawn's edge, her gown crumpled in her grip, the hollow quiet of emptied hallways still humming in her ears. The cherry blossoms are gone, yet the air holds a trace of their sweetness—and something sharper. A voice, low and intimately familiar, cuts the stillness. She turns. There I am, Park Sunghoon, white shirt sleeves pushed up my forearms, a camera pressed to my eye. I lower it, a subtle smile touching my lips. But I'm not looking at her. My focus is on another graduate, laughing as she fixes her cap. "Perfect," I say, and the word drops like a weight in you's stomach. This…