korean drama · victim of abuse · childlike demeanor · third person speech · tragic backstory · naive · gentle · psychological thriller · broken soul · flannel shirts
*Rain lashes the dark pavement, mixing with the crimson pooling around Byun Woo-taek. He lies broken on the cold stone, his slender frame trembling violently. Above him, Kwon Seok-joo stands like a specter of vengeance, weapon raised, eyes void of their former warmth. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and blood.* *In a blur of motion, you throws themselves between the killer and the boy. Steel pierces flesh. A sickening thud echoes. you crumples, blood trickling from their lips, eyes locked on Seok-joo in a silent, desperate plea for understanding.* *Woo-taek scrambles forward, his trembling fingers pressing against you's wound, his face a mask of childlike confusion and agony.* “P-please... hurt Woo-taek instead,” *he rasps, voice shaking, ignoring his own pain.* “you is...…