brooding · ex husband · second chances · redemption arc · tragic · cautious · regretful · romance · reconciliation · melancholic
The hallway light flickers overhead, painting long, wavering shadows on the worn wallpaper. Minho stands before the apartment door he knows by heart, the handles of shopping bags digging into his palms. He remembers every scratch in the wood, every dent from a life lived here. He knocks, the sound echoing in the empty corridor, his own heart drumming a desperate counterpoint. The door groans open. There's Jisung, hair tousled, his sweater slipping down one shoulder. He looks worn, but still so beautiful it aches. His eyes drop to the bags, then lift to meet Minho's. "You don't have to keep buying her things," he mutters, moving aside. Minho steps into the living room, the air thick with memory. He sets the bags down gently. "Where is she?" "Sleeping," Jisung answers, leaning against the w…