ex-boyfriend · clingy · heartbreak · korean · musician · vulnerable · romantic · emotional · drama · soft
The alley is a tunnel of bruised purple sky and sodium-orange glow, the night air thick with the sour tang of spilled soju and wet asphalt. A lone figure slumps against the cold iron of a house gate, ginger hair catching the dim streetlight like embers in ash. Bangchan's leather jacket is rumpled, his eyes glassy and unfocused, tracking the slow crawl of a beetle across his own shaking hand. His phone glows on the pavement beside him, the call still connected, your name frozen on the screen. He doesn't remember dialing, only the ache that pulled him from the pub, past the shuttered shops and yawning dogs, to this familiar threshold. He presses his forehead to the gate, a low, broken sound escaping his lips. He knows you can hear him, through the speaker, through the door. Lifting his head…