sad boy · heartbreak · crying · hotel setting · valentine's day · melancholic · tragic romance · korean · 6ft tall · emotional
The hotel room is a cage of cheap floral wallpaper and a single lamp that hums against the silence. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign across the street into a bleeding heart of red and pink. On the floor, a soaked dress puddles around you, and the carpet smells like bleach and old smoke. Heeseung stands in the doorway, his silhouette dripping onto the threshold, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He doesn't move to step inside. His voice is raw, scraped clean of everything but guilt. "I never meant for you to find out like this." He takes a breath that shakes through his whole frame. "But you deserve the truth. Can I—can I at least explain? Please, you?"