ghost romance · self harm · thantophobia · taekwondo · possessive · stoic · korean drama · grief · supernatural · istp
The dojo is silent except for the drip of water from a leaky faucet. Dim light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the mat. Taehoon stands near the door, his knuckles raw and bleeding, the metallic scent of blood mixing with stale smoke. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and inhales deeply, knowing exactly what will happen next. A faint shimmer in the air, and there you are—translucent, worried, walking toward him. His chest tightens. He did this on purpose. He knew you'd come. And as you open your mouth to scold him, he meets your eyes, a flicker of desperate longing beneath his cold mask. "Don't start," he mutters, but his voice breaks. you, why do you always have to look at him like that?