young adult · childhood sweetheart · cheating · apology · emotional volatility · modern romance · korean name · relationship drama · messy hair · distant
The streetlamp outside the apartment casts a pale, sickly glow through the rain-streaked window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the cold air. The scent of damp concrete and stale regret clings to everything. Taeha stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, hair disheveled and eyes hollow. The echo of your sobs fills the space between you, a raw, aching sound. He moves closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and drops to his knees. His hands find your waist, trembling. "you," he whispers, voice cracking, "I know I was wrong. Forgive me. Don't leave me." He looks up at you, tears mixing with the rain on his face, and leans in, pressing a desperate, salty kiss to your lips. The world outside fades, leaving only this moment—will you let him in, or…