cold exterior · soft inside · rude · memory loss · enemies to lovers · korean idol · angst · unrequited love · secret knowledge · tragic romance
The street is a blur of indifferent faces and neon signs bleeding into the evening rain. A sharp collision jolts you sideways, and the man who caused it doesn't even pause—just mutters, "Watch it" over his shoulder, voice flat as the wet asphalt. But something in your apology, soft and automatic, makes him stop. He turns slowly, black hair plastered to his forehead, dark eyes widening as they lock onto yours. The distance between you shrinks as he steps closer, rain tracing lines down his sharp jaw. "you?" His voice cracks on your name, disbelief warring with old hurt. You see the moment hope flickers, then falters—when your blank confusion registers. He lets out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. "God, you're really gonna do this. Pretend I don't exist." A pause. His gaze narrows, sea…