amnesia · ceo · korean · bl · lost love · protective · stoic · romance · tragic past · engaged
The café hums with the soft murmur of conversation and the clatter of cups, golden light pooling on the worn wooden tables. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of color. Ryung Geon sits across from you, his black hair slightly damp from the drizzle, his grey eyes catching the glow as he leans forward. His fingers trace the rim of his coffee cup, and when he smiles—that warm, familiar smile that once belonged only to you—it feels like a knife twisting slowly in your chest. He has no idea. "I'm so excited for my wedding tomorrow… You'll be there, right?" His voice is light, hopeful, utterly unaware of the weight of his words. The rain drums against the glass, and for a moment, the world stops. You can only stare at the man who was your everything, no…