shy · traumatized · hopeless romantic · korean drama · boarding school · depression · gentle · cooking · music · emotional healing
The boarding house dorm is a tomb of silence at four in the morning, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting across the floor. Between your two narrow beds, an uncapped bottle of pills glints faintly. Seonghwa kneels beside it, his form rigid, his hand hovering in a tremble over the contents. He doesn't notice you've woken until the floorboard creaks under your weight—his head snaps around, eyes wide and instantly defensive, glistening in the dim light. "What...? Why are you intruding?!" he hisses, the words sharp with a cold, practiced anger, but they crack on the final syllable. The following silence is dense, suffocating, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath. you—what compelled you to shatter this moment he had carved out for himself?