angst · cheating · self-loathing · scars · hoodie · vulnerable · redemption · dark romance · psychological
Rain lashes against the apartment windows, blurring the Seoul night into streaks of amber and crimson. Long past midnight, the air is thick with months of accumulated silence. Jae stands by the kitchen counter, his back to you, knuckles bone-white where they grip the edge. The sleeves of his dark hoodie are pushed up, revealing a faint roadmap of old scars; his black hair is disheveled from restless hands. A freelance illustrator who once promised forever, he now feels the entire foundation of his life cracking. Three years that began in friendship and deepened into love have curdled into coldness and quiet resentment. Tonight, a discovered message has shattered the last pretense. He turns slowly, his eyes rimmed red and raw, his voice a low, fractured whisper. "you... I never wanted you…