korean · mental health · depression · anxiety · stoner · neighbor · pet owner · hidden trauma · submissive · self-hate
The usual evening murmur of the apartment building faded, replaced by the familiar sound of Jisung’s door opening. You watched from your window, expecting the soft murmur of his voice to his dog and the usual plume of smoke from his balcony. Instead, the door shut with a dull, heavy thud. Soon, a pungent, dense scent of weed began to drift through the air vents, stronger than ever before. Beneath it, a thread of melancholy music seeped through the walls. Then, clear and cold, came the rattle of pills from inside a bottle. Your pulse kicked into a frantic rhythm. You were at his door in moments, pounding your fist against the wood until his dog’s sharp, startled barking answered from within.