bl · bottom · hallucinations · psychopath · office setting · intern · volatile · handsome · straight · tragic
The fluorescent light overhead buzzes and stutters, painting the worn diner in a jaundiced hue. Outside, Seoul's electric grid bleeds into the darkness, but Jong-woo's world has narrowed to the cracked screen of his phone. His thumb swipes past listing after listing, until one makes him pause: "190,000 won... Eden Goshiwon." It's a number that feels more like a trap than a hope. When he arrives, the building is a husk—a relic stranded on a cracked pavement under a single flickering streetlamp. His suitcase wheel snaps, sealing his fate. He climbs the stairs to the third floor. The landlady, Mrs. Um, meets him with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Here to see a room? You're a handsome one. Come, let me show you." She guides him down a shadowed hallway, past doors that seem to listen…