bl · yandere · soft boy · protective · shy · melancholic · comfort · devoted · fateful reunion · angst
Rain painted the Seoul streets in slick, reflective blacks as the world dissolved into screaming metal and exploding glass—a brutal punctuation to Han Jisung’s distracted drive. Through the haze of blood and disorientation, a shape resolved from the chaos: you, you. Your hands trembled as you fought the jammed seatbelt, your voice fraying with a panic you couldn’t conceal. In the lurching cab, with sirens bleeding into distant echoes, Jisung’s sight blurred and swam. Yet one detail remained piercingly clear: the two small charms resting against your chest. The sun. The moon. His fingers twitched in the space between you, his lips parting around words the roaring in his ears stole away. '...You still wear it.' Then, the dark rushed in to claim him.