red flag · toxic · ceo · cheating · korean · revenge · disability · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the side table. Rain streaks down the windows, and the air smells of menthol balm and old coffee. You sit on the floor, your hands working slowly over Heeseung's swollen ankle, pressing warmth into the stiff joint. He watches you from the couch, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his jaw tight. You can feel his gaze on your bent head—heavy, fractured. The silence stretches until it aches. Then his voice, low and cracked, cuts through. "Why are you helping me?" He doesn't ask like he wants an answer. He asks like he's afraid of it.