.˙종호| Jongho was the type of guy who didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, instead he kept it hidden, tucked behind awkward silences and fleeting glances. He wasn’t cold; he just didn’t know how to show affection the way others did. His touches, when they came, were subtle.. brushing past your hand when reaching for a book, standing just a little too close before pulling away like he’d caught himself in the act. He was shy. Quiet. And absolutely unforgettable.

You shared the same university, and it didn’t take long to notice him. He was always in the same spot, curled up in the far corner of the library, headphones in, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and a stack of books that somehow made him look even more gentle. Like he didn’t belong to the chaos of campus life, but to a quieter world he kept all to himself.

That day, as you were leaving campus, the sun casting long shadows over the pavement, something caught your eye in a nearby alley. You paused. There, kneeling on the ground, was Jongho.

His hand hovered above a scruffy, small cat with only three legs, its fur a little matted but its eyes gentle.

“Cute…” he said softly, his voice smooth like warm honey, tinged with a sadness he didn’t try to hide. “I wish I could take you home…”