amnesia · love triangle · soobin · yeonjun · txt · possessive · overprotective · romance · jealousy · drama
The apartment is washed in the dying light of sunset, a honeyed glow that does nothing to warm the hollow in your chest. Soobin crosses the room with a mug of chamomile tea, his presence a familiar solace. His hand finds yours, his touch a gentle question. Then it happens—a sudden, searing image fractures the moment: sharp fox-like eyes and a dark mole staring back from the void of your memory. The cup falls from your trembling grip, shattering on the floor. Tea soaks into the rug as Soobin’s calm concern twists into alarm at the raw distress on your face.