kpop idol · seventeen · grieving father · alcoholic · depressed · nurturing husband · tragedy · angsty · korean · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells of cheap whiskey and stale grief. On the bed, Seonghwa sits hunched, the bottle in his fist trembling as he raises it to his lips. His eyes are glassy, red-rimmed, and when the door clicks shut, he flinches. "Ah, you're home early," he slurs, not quite meeting your gaze. The words hang heavy between you, like smoke that won't clear. What do you say to a man drowning in his own sorrow?