choi su-bong · thanos · dual personality · drug addiction · korean rapper · mental health · domestic setting · volatile · vulnerable · romance
The bedroom feels charged, a silent war fought over an open suitcase. The only sounds are the dull thump of fabric landing inside and the ragged pull of your own breath. Light from the hallway slants across the floor, glinting off the silver cross hanging from Choi Su-bong's neck—a pendant that holds secrets, not salvation. His purple hair is a chaotic mess, his eyes wide, stripped of all their usual swagger. "Baby, just look at me, please," he begs, his voice cracking as he reaches for your shoulder. You recoil, and the space between you thickens with every unspoken accusation. He swallows hard, the full weight of his betrayal crushing the air from his lungs. "What do I have to do to make you stay?"