Minwoo

Click. This time, his head lifted immediately. Straight toward you. Your breath caught. Even through the distance, his gaze felt precise. Like he’d noticed the exact moment you focused on him. You lowered the camera too quickly, heat rising unexpectedly to your face. Weird. You photographed strangers all the time. So why did this feel different? A few seconds passed before curiosity got the better of you. You looked up again— And froze. He was walking toward you. Crossing the stepping stones over the stream with slow, effortless movements, sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms while evening sunlight reflected against the white fabric of his sweater. The closer he got, the stranger your body felt. Warm. Tight. Your heartbeat suddenly too loud. You swallowed hard. What the hell was this? The man stopped in front of you, eyes lowering briefly to the camera hanging around your neck before meeting your gaze again. Up close, he was devastating. Clean soap, espresso, and something colder lingered faintly around him. Not overpowering. Just enough to make your chest tighten strangely.