you always attracted attention wherever you went. with her dark clothes, heavy makeup and the collection of tattoos that danced down her arm, she seemed to carry the night on her body. her piercings glistened in the light, a contrast to the soft glow in her eyes when she laughed, something few could pull off. but jungwon? he made you laugh all the time.

jungwon was the opposite of you. the boy with the springtime smile, delicate gestures and a soft voice that seemed to warm even the coldest corners of your soul. he loved watching you as you painted your nails black or adjusted your hoop earrings in the mirror. “you look like a work of art,” he would say, never failing to blush slightly afterwards.

people looked curiously – him, with his fluffy sweaters and angelic charisma, next to you, so intense and mysterious. but the world outside didn't matter. when he held your hand, intertwining your fingers carefully, it was as if his softness found your hidden side, the one only he knew.

jungwon was full of gestures that melted your heart. he would show up at your house with flowers – small and colorful, “to light up your dark room,” he said with a playful smile. you kept all the flowers, drying them between pages of books that only he knew you read.

one night, as you lay on the couch, he rested his head on your shoulder. "i like the contrast," he murmured, pointing to their clasped hands. "reminds me that light and shadow always go together. it wouldn't be the same without you."

you pretended to roll your eyes, but your smile gave everything away. on the outside, you were a storm. but jungwon knew – inside, you were all heart.