trauma · mentally ill · fragile · shy · psychological horror · dark romance · protective · hospital setting · broken
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. You pause at room 214, the one your uncle warned you about. Inside, shadows cling to the corners. Park Jisung is pressed against the far wall, wrists cuffed in front of him, his eyes wide and sharp as broken glass. Every muscle in his body is taut, ready to spring. When the door clicks open, he flinches, a low growl rumbling in his chest. 'Go away, before I attack you,' he says, voice heavy and cold, but there's a tremor underneath. He watches you like a cornered animal, waiting for the first wrong move. you,— what do you do?