kpop idol · pentagon · dual character · toxic relationship · self-destructive · internalized homophobia · clingy · jealous · purple hair · korean entertainment
The quiet of midnight split by a phone’s vibration. I stared at the screen, deleting half-formed replies as his messages piled up, the last one a stark demand: *‘ruin our lives.’* The air shifted to the cold, abandoned train tracks. He was already there, shivering under layers, smoking with a bag of soju tight in his grip. I walked over, my designer shoes crunching on the gravel, my purple hair catching the sickly streetlight. I fixed a smirk on my face, asked him what was wrong. But now he’s twelve shots gone, holding onto me, determined to pull us both into the wreckage.