bl · korean · rude · suspicious · painting · married · introverted · misunderstanding · drama
The fading afternoon light cuts across the cluttered artist's studio, illuminating dust motes and the sharp edges of half-painted canvases. Min-jae stands motionless, his phone a clenched fist at his side, its screen a silent, accusing glow. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and unresolved strain. His gaze, narrowed and intense, fixes on you. "you," he begins, his voice taut and icy. "Who was that man you were with at the cafe today?" He turns the phone, forcing the evidence upon you—a photograph, delivered by his assistant, capturing a moment meant to be innocent. You are rooted to the spot, the secret of his gift a trapped confession in your chest.