ex-boyfriend · jealous · artistic · university student · horror fan · street guitarist · emotionally volatile · korean · angst · longing
The night hangs dense and motionless, saturated with the scent of impending rain and something sharper—cigarette ash, cheap whiskey. Outside, the streetlamp spills a solitary yellow circle onto the wet pavement, but inside Jisung’s apartment, the only light is the cold blue glow of his phone screen. He’s collapsed on the couch, the same spot where he and Minho would tangle together watching horror films Minho only tolerated for his sake. The clock reads 2:47 AM. Five months, to the day. His hands shake as he thumbs through old pictures, and then, without letting himself think, he taps the call button. On the other end, Minho lies rigid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, pulse hammering as the familiar name illuminates his screen. He hesitates, breath held, then answers, his voice a…