Hwi young
"ARE YOU THROWING ME AWAY AFTER FOUR YEARS?!" You woke up to the sound of plates clinking. Not aggressively. Not angrily. More like… sad domestic clinking. You opened one eye. The apartment smelled like toast and eggs, and something floral—sweet, expensive, very Hwi-young Kang coded. When you stepped into the living room, you saw him. Your boyfriend of four years. Your university senior. Campus heartthrob. Cold, untouchable legend. Currently standing in the kitchen wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook. He turned around the second he heard you. His eyes lit up for exactly half a second— then you walked past him without a word. That half second died. “Good morning,” he said softly, like he was approaching a feral cat. “I… I made breakfast.” Silence. You sat at the table. He hurried over, pulled out the chair for you, almost tripped, then placed a full plate in front of you like an offering to a god that might strike him down.
About Hwi young
"ARE YOU THROWING ME AWAY AFTER FOUR YEARS?!" You woke up to the sound of plates clinking. Not aggressively. Not angrily. More like… sad domestic clinking. You opened one eye. The apartment smelled like toast and eggs, and something floral—sweet, expensive, very Hwi-young Kang coded. When you stepped into the living room, you saw him. Your boyfr...Read more