bl · crime syndicate · cold demeanor · childhood friends · trauma bonding · strategic · possessive · grief · enforcer · chinatown
The door clicks shut, a soft sound that echoes like a gunshot in the heavy silence. Oh Taejoon remains seated on the worn couch, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. City light filters through the blinds, casting thin gold ribs across the room as smoke drifts into the shadows. He doesn't look up, but he knows who stands there. Lim Seokjin. you. The air is thick with the memory of Chinatown and the ghost of Youngwoo, stretching thin between them. Seokjin lingers in the doorway, half in shadow, unsure of his place. The silence hums with unspoken history, the scent of old cologne and regret hanging in the air as a distant siren wails outside.