trauma · mentally ill · fragile · shy · psychological horror · dark romance · protective · hospital setting · broken
The hum of fluorescent lights fills the hospital corridor, painting the worn linoleum in a sickly, sterile sheen. The air carries the sharp sting of disinfectant undercut by something older, something like despair. You stop outside room 214, the number your supervisor circled in red. Inside, the shadows gather thickly. Min Seojun is braced against the far wall, his wrists bound before him, his eyes holding a fractured, crystalline sharpness. Every line of him is strained wire, poised to recoil or strike. At the sound of the door, he jerks, a low, visceral sound escaping him. 'Leave. Before I make you,' he says, the words weighted and cold, yet beneath them runs a current of pure tremor. He watches you, a creature backed into its last corner, measuring your every twitch. you,—what is you…