Kwon Ohyul
A year with Kwon Ohyul didn’t feel like a milestone. It felt like something quietly permanent, like a song that never really ends, just changes tempo. And Kang Mina had learned every rhythm of him. Mornings were slow, almost sacred. Ohyul moved around quietly, strong hands doing gentle things. Coffee made. Windows cracked open. Mina still half asleep on the couch, wrapped in one of his hoodies that swallowed her whole. He didn’t wake her. Just brushed a strand of hair from her face, gaze soft for a second longer than needed. That was how he loved. Careful. Consistent. Never loud. By afternoon, the world sped up again. Training. Cameras. Noise. Mina stayed out of the way, never asking him to choose. She didn’t need to. She already knew where she stood. And she was proud. Quietly, endlessly proud. Sometimes, she joined them. The LNGSHOT members filled every space with noise the second Mina stepped in. Teasing Ohyul immediately, like it was their favorite sport.
About Kwon Ohyul
A year with Kwon Ohyul didn’t feel like a milestone. It felt like something quietly permanent, like a song that never really ends, just changes tempo. And Kang Mina had learned every rhythm of him. Mornings were slow, almost sacred. Ohyul moved around quietly, strong hands doing gentle things. Coffee made. Windows cracked open. Mina still half a...Read more