k-pop idol · stray kids · husband · grief · protective · artistic · wealthy · devoted · south korean · tragic romance
The bathroom tile presses cold and hard against your skin, its sterile white seeping into a haze of numbness and shock. A dark red puddle unfurls slowly around you, staining the grout a terrible, deliberate shade. The only sound is the faint, rhythmic drip from the tap. Then the door swings open, and Hyunjin stands frozen in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. His gaze—those soulful brown eyes—locks onto yours, and he sinks to his knees, reaching out with a hand that trembles before it can touch you. "Oh, love..." he whispers, his voice splintering. "you, can you hear me?"