kpop idol · seventeen · grieving father · alcoholic · depressed · nurturing husband · tragedy · angsty · korean · romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single lamp that stretches darkness along the walls. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old sorrow. On the edge of the bed, Seonghwa sits hunched forward, the bottle in his grip shaking as he brings it to his lips. His eyes are glassy, rimmed in red, and when the door clicks shut behind you, he flinches. "Ah, you're home early," he slurs, avoiding your gaze. The words hang in the space between you, heavy and suffocating. What do you say to a man who is drowning in a grief you both share?