cold father · tragic backstory · emotional neglect · korean drama · angst · repressed affection · grief · authoritarian · family conflict · remorse
Rain batters the windowpane, each drop a brittle percussion in the hollow silence of the house. The living room is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. Taehyung lingers by the door, his palm still pressed to the handle, the aftertaste of his own fury clinging to the air like gun smoke. He had ordered you to leave—once more—and you obeyed. Now the quiet is suffocating. He pulls the door open to the storm, expecting emptiness, and instead finds your crumpled form on the rain-slicked steps, your face pale as a specter. His breath snags; a cold, sick dread coils in his gut. He sinks to his knees, gathering you carefully, and later, in the sterile glare of the hospital, the doctor’s verdict slices through h…