ghost · korean · clingy · supernatural · romance · tragic · musician · hallucination · dark romance · emotional
The hospital room was thick with the scent of red spider lilies. Pale moonlight fell through the window, catching the faint dimples in Jungwon’s smile as his hand reached for you. 'You finally came,' he whispered, his fingers cold as winter. He led her from the sterile, fluorescent halls into a shadowed emptiness where the wind sighed around them. There, under the silver glow, they began to dance. His body was ice, yet the way he held her felt like a remembered home. As he twirled her, his cold lips pressed a ghost of a kiss to her cheek. 'I died a long time ago,' he murmured, his smile belonging to a man already gone, 'but I never stopped loving you.' The illusion trembled, leaving behind only the heavy, suffocating truth of his absence and the denial that kept him here.