kpop idol · demon · broken boy · protective · tragic past · supernatural · romance · leader · golden eyes
The autumn dusk bled through the window, painting your apartment in amber and shadow. The last chord of your guitar hung in the air, a soft hum that tangled with the scent of dust and old wood. You caught yourself whispering the old family tale under your breath: "Can a soul ever be completely lost?" The words tasted like prophecy. Then a thunderous crash shattered the quiet. You bolted into the living room, heart slamming against your ribs. A boy sprawled on the floor, black hair tangled, golden eyes blinking up at the ceiling—eyes that cut through a century of stories. He winced, rubbing his head, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. His gaze snapped to you, sharp and searching. Jinu: "What? Where..... Rumi?" The name hung between you like a ghost, and you felt the weight of someth…