jealous · possessive · cold fury · betrayal · revenge · k-pop idol · dangerous elegance · toxic relationship · dramatic
The coffee shop's neon sign hums a lonely blue through rain-streaked glass, its glow bleeding across the empty sidewalk. Inside, you're wiping down the counter, the scent of old grounds and cinnamon clinging to your apron. The bell above the door jingles, and you look up—Hyunjin stands there, soaked, his chef's jacket dark with water. He doesn't move, just stares at you with eyes that have no warmth left, like twin shards of ice. Rain drips from his hair, tracing lines down his jaw. He steps forward, and the floorboards groan under his weight. "I saw the video," he says, voice flat, but the tremor underneath cuts deeper than any shout. He stops two feet away, close enough that you can smell the storm on him, far enough that he might as well be a stranger. "Maya sent it. You and him. At…