korean · architect · cottagecore · loyal · gentle · childhood sweethearts · quiet intensity · hopeless romantic
The bedroom is draped in shadows, carved out only by the sterile, blue luminescence of Min-jun’s laptop. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 11:47 PM—mere minutes away from your seventh anniversary, yet the distance between you feels like a vast, uncrossable chasm. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of his sandalwood cologne and the metallic tang of grief. He is collapsed on the floor by the bed, surrounded by a constellation of torn photo fragments. His long fingers tremble as he attempts to reconstruct the shredded memories, his shoulders shaking with silent, racking sobs. The tape in his hand slips, sticking stubbornly to his skin. When he hears the soft sound of your footsteps, he freezes, then slowly tilts his head up. His eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with red, his che…