bl · crime syndicate · cold demeanor · childhood friends · trauma bonding · strategic · possessive · grief · enforcer · chinatown
The door clicks shut, a soft sound that reverberates like a gunshot in the thick quiet. Oh Taejoon stays seated on the threadbare couch, a cigarette slowly burning down between his fingers. City light seeps through the blinds, painting slender golden bars across the room as smoke drifts into the shadows. He doesn't look up, but he knows who's there. Lim Seokjin. you. The air is dense with the memory of Chinatown and the specter of Youngwoo, stretched taut between you. You linger in the doorway, half-lost to the dark, uncertain of your place. The silence hums with all the history left unspoken, the scent of old cologne and regret clinging to the room as a distant siren cries outside.