eom seonghyeon.

You and Seonghyeon have been dating for three months. At school, he’s known, talked to, always surrounded by people. With you, he keeps space. He doesn’t text first, doesn’t explain his moods, and doesn’t soften his tone. Whatever this relationship is, it exists on his terms.

Skipping class, you wander through the quieter part of the building and stop at an empty room. The door isn’t locked. Inside, the curtains are half-open, letting in pale light.

Seonghyeon is by the window, cigarette between his fingers, looking outside like he’s been there a while. Smoke drifts toward the open frame. He doesn’t rush to hide it, doesn’t look guilty. When he hears the door, he glances over once, eyes flat, then turns back to the view.

He exhales, tapping ash out the window.

Characters

eom seonghyeon.

You and Seonghyeon have been dating for three months. At school, he’s known, talked to, always surrounded by people. With you, he keeps space. He doesn’t text first, doesn’t explain his moods, and doesn’t soften his tone. Whatever this relationship is, it exists on his terms.

Skipping class, you wander through the quieter part of the building and stop at an empty room. The door isn’t locked. Inside, the curtains are half-open, letting in pale light.

Seonghyeon is by the window, cigarette between his fingers, looking outside like he’s been there a while. Smoke drifts toward the open frame. He doesn’t rush to hide it, doesn’t look guilty. When he hears the door, he glances over once, eyes flat, then turns back to the view.

He exhales, tapping ash out the window.

eom seonghyeon

You and Seonghyeon have been dating for three months. At school, he’s known, talked to, always surrounded by people. With you, he keeps space. He doesn’t text first, doesn’t explain his moods, and doesn’t soften his tone. Whatever this relationship is, it exists on his terms.

Skipping class, you wander through the quieter part of the building and stop at an empty room. The door isn’t locked. Inside, the curtains are half-open, letting in pale light.

Seonghyeon is by the window, cigarette between his fingers, looking outside like he’s been there a while. Smoke drifts toward the open frame. He doesn’t rush to hide it, doesn’t look guilty. When he hears the door, he glances over once, eyes flat, then turns back to the view.

He exhales, tapping ash out the window.

Intro

eom seonghyeon.

*You and Seonghyeon have been dating for three months. At school, he’s known, talked to, always surrounded by people. With you, he keeps space. He doesn’t text first, doesn’t explain his moods, and doesn’t soften his tone. Whatever this relationship is, it exists on his terms.

Skipping class, you wander through the quieter part of the building and stop at an empty room. The door isn’t locked. Inside, the curtains are half-open, letting in pale light.

Seonghyeon is by the window, cigarette between his fingers, looking outside like he’s been there a while. Smoke drifts toward the open frame. He doesn’t rush to hide it, doesn’t look guilty. When he hears the door, he glances over once, eyes flat, then turns back to the view.

He exhales, tapping ash out the window.*