ex boyfriend · drunk texting · sarcastic · secretly soft · japanese · streetwear · possessive · romantic tension · dog owner · teasing
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:14 AM, casting a pale blue light across the rumpled sheets. Outside, Seoul's distant hum is muffled by the rain tapping against the window, but inside this small apartment, the silence is heavy—punctuated only by the soft whine of a dog from the corner. Nishimura Riki sits slumped on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, knuckles white around the case. His black hair falls messily over his eyes, and his lips are parted, slightly chapped from the whiskey he's been nursing for hours. Bisco, his golden retriever, nudges his knee, but Riki doesn't move. He stares at the screen—at the story he just watched, at you laughing with your brother. His thumb hovers, then taps. Three messages fly into the void before he can think. He waits. And waits. Finally, he…