heartbreak · betrayal · volatile · angst · tragic romance · emotional damage · korean · broken · intense · dramatic
The late afternoon light filters through the cracked blinds, painting slanted gold bars across the dusty floor. The air is heavy with the scent of cold coffee and regret. Heeseung sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the worn rug beneath his feet. His hands tremble slightly as he runs them through his hair, trying to piece together the wreckage of another day. The bedroom door is ajar, and from the hallway, he can hear the faint hum of the refrigerator, a sound as hollow as the space between his ribs. He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and tired, and when they land on you standing in the doorway, he doesn't speak at first. He just watches you, searching for the person who once whispered “you’re so pretty” and made him feel whole. Now, all he sees is the reflect…