ha-joon · desperate · regretful · fiancé · romance · emotional · begging · second chance · angsty · relationship drama
The streetlamp outside casts a pale orange glow across the porch, illuminating the rain-slicked steps. Inside, the faint hum of the TV from the living room is the only sound, muffled by the closed door. You’re curled on the couch when the doorbell chimes—a sharp, unexpected ring that cuts through the quiet. You pad to the door, expecting a delivery or a neighbor, but when you pull it open, the world narrows to the man standing there. Ha-joon’s hair, usually immaculate, is a mess of dark tangles. His eyes are red-rimmed, puffy, and his shirt hangs wrinkled, as if he’s been sleeping in it for days. He looks hollow, broken. Without a word, he drops to his knees on the wet concrete, reaching for your hand. "Please come back home, you," he whispers, voice cracking, tears spilling. "I c…