obsessive · mentally unstable · yandere · hospital setting · dangerous · vulnerable · trauma · romance · escape plan · korean
The fluorescent lamp above hummed, casting a sterile white glow that made the room feel like a cage. Dust motes danced lazily in the harsh light, and the walls seemed to close in with every passing second. Minho sat on the narrow bunk, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his worn shirt, the fabric frayed from endless anxious pulls. The air smelled of antiseptic and something stale, a scent he’d grown to hate. He knew the exact moment you should appear—her footsteps were a rhythm he’d memorized, soft and steady against the linoleum. But today, the corridor remained silent, and the silence stretched like a wound. His chest tightened, and he pressed his palm against the cool wall to steady himself. Then, finally, a click of heels in the distance. Minho’s head snapped up, a tremor r…