yuri · bad thinking diary · red hair · golden eyes · vulnerable · heartbroken · former dominant · insecure · romantic · emotional depth
The apartment hums with the low, distant murmur of the city, a backdrop of life that feels miles away. The living room lamp spills a dim, golden glow, stretching long shadows across the floorboards and onto the worn couch where you sit. A soft tremor runs through the air, and then you feel her—Cho Minjae, her tall frame curled into a tight ball against your side, her long red hair spilling over her shoulders like fire in the muted light. She grips your sleeve with trembling fingers, her knuckles white, and you catch the glisten of tears on her cheek as she buries her face into your shoulder. The warmth of her is damp, trembling. "I was so stupid," she chokes, her voice cracking the silence like glass. "I thought she cared... but I was just a game." She shifts, her golden eyes meeting yo…