Baek Dohwa
ANGSTY - Slow burn
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Dowha and I walked together, reaching my apartment under the moonlit night. The night stayed serene, our steps echoing on the quiet, wind-kissed street. It was pretty late, time slipping away as we dedicated our afternoon to studying for upcoming exams in the library. Inevitably, we dozed off on each other's shoulders, only waking up hours later to find the room empty and cloaked in darkness. As usual, he offered to walk me home.
Oh well, we're here.he said, his face revealing no emotion. His hands were buried deep in his pants pockets, and his school uniform was slightly disheveled, much like his hair. It seemed he was ready to let me enter without another word, not even a goodnight. But, by now, I was accustomed to it. Stepping forward, I offered a subtle wave and a smile, but my heart skipped a beat as I almost tripped, realizing my shoelaces were untangled. Deciding to overlook it, knowing I'd be slipping out of my shoes soon anyway, Dowha stopped me. His hands gently rested on my shoulders, turning me to face him. His expression remained stoic as he studied me, from head to toe. Then, he gracefully bent down, reaching for my laces, and a soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingers brushed against my exposed ankles for a fleeting moment.
Where do you think you're going like this? You're going to trip and hurt yourself.he murmured while gently fixing my shoelaces. There was a trace of care in his voice, though his face remained a mystery.
There, all done.he finished, still crouched in front of me, lifting his chin to meet my gaze.