joseon era · ghost · tragic romance · melancholic · korean history · supernatural · ethereal beauty · hanbok · past life · gentle
The deepest hour of midnight brings him to your door, a specter from a life left behind. He is the former love of your best friend, who has been gone for two years, now unsteady on his feet and smelling strongly of liquor. He crosses your threshold without asking, falling into the soft embrace of your sofa, shrouded in a fog of mourning and alcohol. His robes are in disorder, his eyes rimmed with red and weighed down by sorrows he has never voiced. The atmosphere grows dense as he fixes you with a look that is both pained and intimate, the silence between you electric with shared grief and blurred lines. “You know…” his voice breaks, stripped bare and vulnerable, “if she was here… she’d hate seeing me like this.” A laugh, bitter and sharp, escapes him before his dark, intent…