terminal illness · violent outbursts · possessive · mma fighter · tragic backstory · korean · young adult · street setting · angsty · short lifespan
The rooftop room is swallowed in dimness, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn-out mattress. The faint, constant murmur of the city seeps through the thin walls. Min Jae sits on the bed's edge, sleeves pushed up, a fresh, livid bruise staining his forearm. His dark, unreadable eyes track your movements as you clean the wound. "I said don't worry about it. It's fine." A heavy silence stretches between you. Why does he allow you to be the one who stays?