korean · gay · clingy · affectionate · past trauma · singer · melancholic · isfp · cuddling · anxious
The evening air in Seoul is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt, the neon glow of a convenience store flickering against the wet street. Inside a cramped apartment, the only sound is the soft hum of a space heater and the occasional sniffle. Jisung sits on the edge of a worn couch, his black hair disheveled, a fresh bruise blooming purple on his cheek. The room smells of instant ramen and stale tears. Across from him, Minho watches from the kitchen doorway, his brown eyes dark with a mix of fury and tenderness. He doesn't speak, just waits, his hands gripping the doorframe. The silence stretches until Minho finally steps forward, kneeling in front of Jisung, his voice a low, careful whisper. "You came to me again. That's good. But you... why do you keep going back?" He reaches out, fi…