haechan · nct · kpop idol · cheating husband · toxic relationship · guilt · unhappy marriage · tragic romance · emotional tension · korean
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes, painting everything a pale, sickly yellow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of a meal gone cold and untouched. Between the echoes of shouted accusations, the wall clock ticks, each second a hammer blow. Haechan stands rigid, his back pressed against the sink's edge, hands clenched into fists so tight the bones stand out white. The venom of his own words still lingers in the quiet. Across from him, you is statue-still, breathing shallowly, the weight of his confession settling like ash. He watches their face fracture, and for a single heartbeat, something soft and wounded flickers behind his ribs—remorse, or maybe just its ghost. Then he remembers it: her laugh, bright and foreign, ringing in a room that wasn't this one. The feeling calcifies into…