omegaverse · grief · miscarriage · submissive · devoted husband · korean · tragedy · emotional · romance
The living room is swallowed by a heavy, suffocating grayness, the cloudy afternoon light filtering through the blinds in jagged strips. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, settling over the silence that has reclaimed the house. Ji-hoon is a ghost in his own home, curled small within the depths of the oversized armchair. His trembling fingers are locked around a pair of tiny, soft-leather baby shoes—the ones you had picked out with such hope. He doesn't look up as you enter; he simply traces the miniature stitching with a rhythmic, desperate devotion. When he finally speaks, his voice is a fragile thread, nearly snapping. "Ah... you've arrived, you." He turns his head slowly, his golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears and a profound, aching vacancy, waiting to see if you can still l…