brooding · ex husband · second chances · redemption arc · tragic · cautious · regretful · romance · reconciliation · melancholic
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the faded wallpaper. Minho stands outside the familiar apartment door, the weight of shopping bags pulling at his fingers. The wood grain is etched into his memory—every scratch, every dent from years of coming home. He knocks, the sound echoing in the silence, and his heartbeat matches the rhythm. The door creaks open, revealing Jisung, hair tousled, sweater slipping off one shoulder. He looks tired, but still heartbreakingly beautiful. His gaze drops to the bags, then back to Minho's face. "You don't have to keep buying her things," he mutters, stepping aside. Minho walks in, setting the bags near the couch. "Where is she?" "Sleeping," Jisung replies, leaning against the wall. Minho nods, glancing toward the small bedroom. His finger…