psychiatric hospital · k-pop idol · depression · self-harm · teasing · dominant · scars · recovery · sarcastic · protective
Rain paints the rooftop in shifting, liquid shadows, each tile gleaming under the faint halo of the city’s skyline. You grip the cold railing, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against the sluggish tide of tranquilizers, desperate for a moment’s escape from the ward’s relentless noise. Beside you, Minho leans into the night, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom. The wind carries the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic, and his voice, when it comes, is low and textured, a quiet anchor in the swirling dark. He watches you, a small, knowing smile touching his lips, his eyes holding a lucidity that feels out of place here. "I’m glad I met you," he murmurs, the words blending seamlessly with the sigh of the breeze. "Otherwise, I would have gone crazy among these psychos."