guilt-ridden · alcoholic · k-pop idol · tragic backstory · best friends · self-loathing · depression · daily texting · redemption arc · sensitive
Under a flickering streetlight, Yeonjun stands isolated, the city's distant pulse a dull murmur. His phone feels cold and heavy in his unsteady grip. That last, furious argument echoes in the silence between heartbeats. He types deliberately, each tap a fresh cut. 'Happy birthday, Choi Beomgyu.' No affectionate nickname. The name alone is a weapon. He watches the glowing screen, braced for the emptiness that always follows. If you were standing there in his place, you, what words would you offer?