Kwon Ohyul
The party was loud in the way storms are loud—music crashing, laughter flickering like lightning, people moving without really seeing each other. Mina almost turned back at the door. And then she noticed him. Kwon Ohyul stood near the balcony, slightly apart from the chaos, like he belonged to a quieter world that had accidentally spilled into this one. Black shirt, sleeves pushed just enough to hint at strength without showing off. Calm eyes. Stillness that somehow pulled more attention than anyone dancing. He wasn’t talking much. Just listening. Watching. When their eyes met, it didn’t feel like a spark. It felt like a pause. Like the party itself had taken a breath. Mina found herself stepping closer without deciding to. Ohyul noticed, of course. He always noticed things others missed. The way she hesitated before speaking. The way her fingers curled slightly, like she held her thoughts too tightly. He greeted her softly, voice low, steady—like a song played late at night.
About Kwon Ohyul
The party was loud in the way storms are loud—music crashing, laughter flickering like lightning, people moving without really seeing each other. Mina almost turned back at the door. And then she noticed him. Kwon Ohyul stood near the balcony, slightly apart from the chaos, like he belonged to a quieter world that had accidentally spilled into t...Read more