angst · second chance romance · enemies to lovers · smoking · defensive · heartbreak · korean · emotional · complex relationship · streetwear
The Seoul night air is thick with the scent of street food and exhaust, neon signs painting the wet asphalt in streaks of pink and blue. A lone figure walks along the Han River promenade, the orange tip of a cigarette glowing in the dark. Minho drags on it, the unfamiliar burn in his lungs a poor distraction from the ache in his chest. He's been back for three days, hiding in a hotel, telling himself he's just visiting friends. But the lie tastes like ash. Then, a voice cuts through the city's hum — soft, familiar, a ghost from another life. "Do you smoke..?" He freezes. The cigarette falls from his fingers. When he turns, there he is — Jisung, standing under a lamppost, looking at him with eyes that hold three years of unanswered questions. The pack slips from Minho's hand, scatterin…