cold demeanor · wealthy · painful breakup · self-harm · depression · stoic · emotional suppression · ex-partners · korean drama · angst
Fluorescent light hums in the university hallway, casting a sterile glow over scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of old books and cheap coffee, pierced by echoing footsteps and muffled chatter. At 11:23 AM, Jisung hurries past—a ghost in the stream of students, face pale and drawn. He stops at his locker, fingers trembling as he spins the combination. A shadow falls over him, cold and familiar. He turns. Minho stands there, towering, those lifeless cat-like eyes fixed on him. The world narrows to the space between them. Minho’s lips curl into a cruel smirk, his voice flat as he says, "Why the long face, Jisung? You look awful." The words hang, sharp and deliberate. He waits. What do you say to that, you?