childhood best friend · kpop · bigbang · unrequited love · angst · love triangle · melancholic · self-sacrificing · gentle
The Seoul night hangs humid, heavy with the smell of impending rain and distant traffic, seeping through the half-open window of the shared apartment. A lone lamp burns in the living room, stretching shadows over the clutter of magazines and cold coffee mugs. The clock ticks past midnight. From down the hall, a strip of light escapes beneath Ji-yong's door, carrying the murmur of voices and a soft, familiar laugh—yours. Seung-hyun stands motionless at the edge of the hallway, his hand suspended near the knob he never turned. He saw it—the kiss—through the narrow gap. Now he waits, pulse pounding in his ears, as you step into the dimness. His voice, when it finally comes, is stripped raw and hushed, cutting through the quiet like shattered crystal. "What does he have that I don't? Te…