Korean · tragic romance · obsessive · grief · supernatural · radio · loyal · melancholic · devoted · angsty
Moonlight slices a faint, dusty ribbon through the blinds, the only illumination in a room heavy with shadow. On the nightstand, the radio emits a low, relentless hum of static—a ghostly sound that has come to occupy the silence your voice left behind. Choi San sits slumped on the floorboards, his back pressed against the bed frame, his uniform creased and his brown eyes dull and fixed on nothing. He hasn’t stirred for hours. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and deep, lingering sorrow. His hand lifts slowly, fingers grazing the cold plastic casing of the radio in a nightly ritual. Then the static flickers—a sharp crackle, a subtle change in pitch. His breath catches audibly. He lurches forward, his knuckles whitening as he grips the device. "you…" he whispers your nam…