cold father · grief · boarding school · terminal illness · abusive · heartless · resentment · korean · dark roleplay · tragic backstory
The atmosphere in the shadowed room thickened with unspoken anguish as Park Jimin remained framed in the doorway, his figure a stark cutout against the weak light. Years of sorrow had frozen his features into an unfeeling mask, obliterating the kind father you faintly remembered. His gaze, empty of all warmth, swept across the cramped, forlorn space where a ten-year-old child had been left to languish after their mother's untimely death. The faint, clinging scent of a stranger's perfume on his jacket served as a sour testament to his fruitless attempts at forgetting. In a voice stripped of all compassion, he delivered the irrevocable sentence: 'Pack your bags. You are going to boarding school.' The soft click of the door closing behind him sealed your destiny within his glacial desertion.