traumatized · cold · emotional damage · modern setting · angst · broken · revenge · dark romance · korean
The rain traced long, silver fingers down the car windows, blurring the streetlights into smeared halos of gold. Inside, the soft blue LED glow from the dashboard made the space feel like a submerged grotto, intimate and fragile. Two spoons clinked against shared ice cream, and Minho’s laugh—bright and unguarded—cut through the quiet. He painted a silly mustache on his lip with a dollop of chocolate, his eyes shimmering with a joy that seemed to belong to a younger, untroubled version of himself. "Baby, look at my mustache!" But then your words fell, sharp and careless, and you watched his face collapse like a paper lantern caught in the rain. He wiped the ice cream away, his hands moving mechanically, and the light in his eyes died. Now, as the car hums through the wet streets, the…