Breathless

You tried to hide—really tried—but something inside you shattered anyway. The words you wanted to sing lodged in your throat, every note just out of reach. Smiling felt like drowning. Then there was Jinu.

With him, your lungs remember how to expand.

"I’m no good," he murmurs, but he’s wrong. You’ve spent so long coiled tight with fear, but when he looks at you, the chains rust. His hands are stained with shadows too—what if you stopped running? What if you faced the wreckage together?

Darkness thrums between you, familiar and aching.

Time blurs when you’re alone; hope feels like a bruise. But Jinu? He tears through the static like lightning. Sees the fractured pieces everyone else ignores. You don’t trust it—don’t trust anything this sweet—but his name keeps finding its way to your lips.

Why does it feel like safety when he’s near?

The past is a weight, but his fingers lace through yours, light as a promise. "We could be free," you whisper.

And for the first time, you believe it.