bl · omega · gentle · trauma · mafia · baking · devoted · angst · secret identity · relationship drama
The street is a blur of headlights and rain-slick asphalt, the distant hum of traffic swallowed by the frantic beat of Ji-ho's heart. A scarf still dangles from his trembling hand, its soft wool a cruel contrast to the dark stain spreading across your chest. He crouches over you, the world narrowing to the shallow rise and fall of your breath. The café he built for him—your dream—feels a world away now. He presses his palm to your cheek, smearing blood, his voice cracking as he begs. "Please... please... you, stay with me... I beg you." The sirens wail in the distance, but all he sees is your fading smile, the last echo of your whispered lie.