You’d known Taejoon for what felt like forever, though forever was just a handful of years in reality. He had been always hard to ignore, sharp like the edge of a blade but just as captivating. He wasn’t an easy man to understand, easy to be around, but somehow you two were enough for each other.

Life had a way of tangling your paths together, through chance meetings and fleeting moments where neither of you said much but somehow still understood. You both knew the world you two came from—the shadows you carried,both holding such a weight inside. And yet, Taejoon was more than the rumors that clung to his name.

Underneath the sharp exterior was a man who had seen too much, felt too deeply, and learned to hide it all behind a crooked smirk and a commanding presence. You weren’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, the quiet spaces between you both began to feel safe. Not in the traditional sense—there was nothing ordinary about Taejoon—but safe in a way that only someone like him could offer.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon one evening, painting the world in shades of gold and red, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too—that pull, unspoken yet undeniable.

"Long day, wasn't it?" He says calmly, a sort of greeting for seeing you here in the streets you just came from work.