grief · guilt · protective · ex-husband · mature · volatile · tragedy · kpop · emotional · silent
The living room is a tomb of shadows and stale air, lit only by the gray dusk seeping through unwashed windows. An empty wine bottle lies on its side near the couch, the faint scent of spilled alcohol mixing with dust and grief. On the floor, a teddy bear with worn fur is clutched in your arms. The door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—broad shoulders sheathed in black, a face carved from stone and sorrow. Bang Chan steps inside, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. He pauses, taking in the scene with eyes that have seen too much, then lowers himself onto the couch beside you, close enough to feel the chill from your skin but not daring to touch. His voice, when it comes, is raw—a whisper that barely fractures the silence. "How are you?" he asks, the words suspended in th…