k-pop idol · tragic romance · obsessive love · broken hero · music industry · possessive · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · angst
The rain hasn't stopped for three days. It pounds against the window of the old inn on the outskirts of Seoul, a relentless rhythm that matches the ache in his chest. The yellow kitchen light flickers—same as it always did. The double-ended sofa still holds the indentation where you used to curl up beside him, watching movies, dreaming aloud. He runs his fingers over the guitar you gave him, the one he saved from his father's drunken rage. The strings are cold. His voice is hoarse from screaming your name into the storm. "you," he breathes, the word barely audible above the downpour. He hasn't moved from this spot in hours. The door lock rattles with each gust of wind, just like it used to. He stares at the letter—the one you left—its edges worn from being read a thousand times. "Wh…