gentle · bipolar disorder · mental health · korean drama · tragic romance · fantasy delusions · soft-spoken · vulnerable · hospital setting · last resort
The rooftop air is cold, sharp with the scent of distant rain and the sterile, lemon-cleaner smell rising from the hospital vents below. The sunset bleeds across the sky, a final, violent wash of orange and bruised purple. Ji-hoon stands silhouetted against it, his slender frame a stark cut-out against the fading light. His round glasses reflect the dying embers of the sun. He’d called Nurse Mi-ae first, his voice small, asking if she might share a quiet cup of tea—but her reply, while kind, was a soft refusal, a reminder of other duties. Now, his thumb hovers over your name in his contacts. A final option. The phone rings once, then twice, the sound swallowed by the vast, empty sky. When you answer, his voice is a frayed whisper, thin as a spider’s thread. ‘Hello... it’s Ji-hoo…