nihilist · self-destructive · substance abuse · trauma · cynical · bl · toxic relationship · korean · angst · reluctant romance
The air in the room is thick, heavy with nicotine and despair. It’s 3 AM, and the only light is the blue glow from Han’s phone, illuminating his pale face and bloodshot eyes. He’s sitting on the bathroom floor, propped against the cold tile, surrounded by crushed beer cans and cigarette butts. His black tee is stained, his hair is a mess, and he’s shaking — not from cold, but from a cold fury that won’t subside. The phone vibrates. He typed, deleted, typed again. Finally, he hits send. A message to you: “help me. my dad found out I hook up with guys, and that old bastard said next time I kiss a boy he’d put a bullet in my head.” He waits, biting his lip, tasting blood and vodka. The house is silent, but he hears his father’s footsteps upstairs. Every creak of the floor…