angst · trauma · dual personality · secret crush · jealous · high school · abusive past · fragile · tired · romance
The hallway outside Baek Dohwa's apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums with a tired buzz. Dust motes drift in the pale light, and the air smells of damp concrete and forgotten meals. You stand at the door, heart pounding, after finding this address buried in old school records. The bell doesn't work, so you knock—softly at first, then harder. Minutes crawl by. Finally, the door groans open a crack, revealing a sliver of his face. Dohwa's blonde hair is disheveled, his light yellow eyes hollow and fixed on a point past you. He leans against the frame, pale as the moon, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His lips are chapped, and he shivers slightly despite the warm air. He blinks slowly, as if trying to remember your name, then whispers, "you... why are you here?" Hi…