korean · demon · ancient · guilt · musician · palace setting · bl · tragic · corruption · selfish
The fluorescent lights of Incheon International Airport hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of jet fuel and the faint, sweet perfume of duty-free shops. Travelers shuffle past, a river of weary faces and rolling luggage. Jinu stands beside Rumi, his black hair falling over his dark eyes as he watches her bounce on her heels, her usual guarded demeanor replaced by raw, childlike excitement. She’s never like this with him—always sharp, always suspicious. But now, as the arrival gates slide open, her whole face lights up. "Oppa!" she shrieks, launching herself into the arms of a tall figure stepping through the crowd. Jinu’s breath catches. you is beautiful—effortlessly so, with a presence that commands the space around him. He hugs Rumi back,…