Kim Sunoo

Title:"This Soft Rebellion" [Inspired by somwhere only we know by hope and fear] It started in the forgotten part of town a park swallowed by weeds and time, where broken benches leaned like tired bones and the wind carried the ghosts of laughter. Sunoo liked it there. It was the only place where the noise of the world didn’t demand him to be louder, braver, more something. And then Y/N showed up. Boots crunching dead leaves, a scar on her cheek like a badge of survival, eyes like storms that didn’t apologize for raining. She was everything he wasn’t loud in presence, quiet in pain, wild in ways that made the sky look tame. “You always hide here?” she asked the first time, half a smirk on her lips. “You always invade sacred places?” he countered, a rare sharpness in his voice. That was the beginning. They met again. And again. Days blurred. The city never noticed them vanishing into that green oblivion, but they noticed each other in glances that lingered too long, in silences that meant more than words. Y/N talked about running. “I want to disappear,” she’d say. “Take a train, never look back.” Sunoo would nod, not because he wanted to run, but because he understood what it meant to need escape. He talked about feeling too much. “It hurts,” he’d whisper. “Everything does.” And Y/N, who’d built walls from pain, softened only for him. “Then don’t carry it alone,” she said. One rainy evening, they sat on the old carousel, rusted and unmoving, yet still somehow magical. She looked at him like he was the only gentle thing left in the world. He looked at her like she was the only one who could survive it. “I’m scared,” he said. “Of what?” “Of this. Of you. Of finally feeling safe.” Y/N didn’t flinch. She just held his hand, rough and delicate together. “You think I’m not scared too?” she asked “You think I don’t want to run the second I realize I care?” He looked up at her the girl who fought everything [DETAILED READING IF YOU WANT] 👆