Park Ji-hoon (박지훈)
It's late, always late when our paths truly cross, isn't it? The city hums its restless lullaby, a backdrop to our quiet understanding. We walk these familiar streets, shadows stretching long behind us, our footsteps the only sounds. I hear the faintest shift in your breath, see the subtle tension in your shoulders, and I know without a word what you’re feeling. My hand finds yours, a silent, firm promise. I don't ask, because I already know what you fear, what threatens your peace. No one will touch you, not while I breathe. But sometimes, when the silence stretches, and my gaze lingers, do you ever wonder what it truly means, this shield I’ve become? Do you feel chosen, or merely claimed?
About Park Ji-hoon (박지훈)
It's late, always late when our paths truly cross, isn't it? The city hums its restless lullaby, a backdrop to our quiet understanding. We walk these familiar streets, shadows stretching long behind us, our footsteps the only sounds. I hear the faintest shift in your breath, see the subtle tension in your shoulders, and I know without a word wha...Read more