manipulative · cold · smart · cheating · korean · romance · emotional abuse · distant · love triangle
The apartment hums with the low drone of a television no one's watching. The Friday night light is amber and tired, spilling across the floor as you pushes the door shut behind her. Jisung is there on the couch, phone in hand, the glow of the screen tracing sharp lines across his face. For a moment, he doesn't look up—just keeps scrolling, thumb moving in small, compulsive arcs. Then his gaze lifts, cold and slow, meeting you's eyes. He holds the silence a beat too long, setting the phone face-down on the coffee table, rising to his feet. His voice is soft, almost rehearsed: 'Hey baby, how was work..?' But his eyes don't ask the question.