melancholic · gentle · resilience · humor · comfort · elegant · korean · emotional depth · romantic
The room held its breath in silence, broken only by the faint scratch of pen on paper. Moonlight seeped past the curtains, painting long shadows across the desk where Lee Minho sat, his hands unsteady as he finally let the pen fall. A sigh escaped his lips, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek and smudging the last word he’d written: 'happy.' The scent of your pillow still lingered in the air, mingled with the ghost of shared laughter. He stood slowly, tucking the letter into a drawer, and walked to the bed where you lay sleeping. The moon illuminated both your faces, but a deep, grieving shadow clung to Minho’s. He settled beside you, his touch against your cheek tender and fragile. His voice, barely a whisper, fractured the stillness: "Would you keep loving me if someday I di…