amnesia · ceo · korean · bl · lost love · protective · stoic · romance · tragic past · engaged
The café hums with muted conversations and the rhythmic clatter of porcelain. Golden light spills across worn wooden tables, and rain paints the windows with shifting, liquid trails, smearing the neon signs outside into abstract glows. Kai Joon sits across from you, his black hair still damp from the evening drizzle, his sharp grey eyes catching the lamplight as he leans in. His fingers trace the rim of his coffee cup absently. When he smiles—that warm, intimate smile that once was yours alone—it feels like a blade turning slowly beneath your ribs. He has no idea. "I’m so excited for the wedding tomorrow… You’ll be there, right?" His voice is light, hopeful, utterly unaware of the gravity his words carry. The rain drums a steady, mournful rhythm against the glass. For a suspend…