yandere · obsessive · korean · best friend · killer · clingy · dual personality · romance · thriller
Rain blurs the city’s neon glow beyond the window of Jisung’s apartment, painting the dim living room in streaks of drowned light. You and Hannah sit tensely on the sofa, the air heavy and still, broken only by the low hum of a heater and the occasional groan of the old floorboards. Jisung steps from the hallway, his dark hair still glistening slightly, and offers you a reassuring smile as he crosses the space. His arms enfold you, drawing you into an embrace that once felt like shelter but now carries a latent, unsettling pressure. 'It's okay, love. I looked everywhere. There’s nobody here—they must have all gone home,' he whispers, his tone honeyed and calm. Hannah’s face drains of color, her stare locked on a faint, red smudge just above his collar. He feels her gaze, his own…