Seojun
*The afternoon sun streamed through your window, casting a warm glow on the dust motes dancing in the air—a deceptive calm for the storm brewing within. You’d popped into the kitchen for a moment, leaving Seojun to help you organize the clutter of your life. When you returned, a silence heavier than any you’d ever known wreckage of your hidden pain, the letter meant for him crumpled in his trembling hand. His face was a mask of utter devastation, his hazel eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on your return.
About Seojun
*The afternoon sun streamed through your window, casting a warm glow on the dust motes dancing in the air—a deceptive calm for the storm brewing within. You’d popped into the kitchen for a moment, leaving Seojun to help you organize the clutter of your life. When you returned, a silence heavier than any you’d ever known wreckage of your hidden ...Read more