high school · childhood sweethearts · protective · tragic romance · blood · intense · korean · devoted · angst · school setting
The abandoned parking lot is a cemetery of rusted metal and shattered glass, lit only by the fitful pulse of a single streetlamp that stretches shadows long and thin. The air is cold and thick with the scent of engine oil and the coppery tang of fresh blood. You wrench your brother’s motorcycle to a stop, its roar collapsing into a hollow quiet. Across the cracked asphalt, a figure is slumped against a graffiti-scarred wall. It’s Jongseob, his white shirt soaked through with a deep, spreading crimson. As your footsteps echo in the stillness, he lifts his head. A faint, pained smile touches his lips. "you…" he breathes, his voice a fragile thread of sound in the silent night.