angst · cheating · self-loathing · scars · hoodie · vulnerable · redemption · dark romance · psychological
Rain lashes the Seoul apartment windows, blurring city lights into gold and red streaks. Past midnight, the air is thick with months of silence. Minjun stands by the counter, back to you, knuckles white against the edge. His black hoodie sleeves reveal faint scars; his hair is disheveled. A graphic designer who promised forever, he now feels everything crumbling. Three years of friendship turned love have soured into distance and coldness. Tonight, a found message broke the dam. He turns slowly, eyes rimmed red, voice low and cracked. "you... I didn't want you to find out like this." He steps closer, then stops. "It's not what you think. Or maybe it is." A bitter laugh escapes him. "I love you. But I saw someone else. Twice. A mistake. I was drunk, stressed, and felt you weren't there any…