red flag · toxic · ceo · cheating · korean · revenge · disability · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
The living room is hushed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp. Rain traces silvery paths down the windowpanes; the air carries the sharp scent of menthol and stale coffee. You sit on the floor, your hands moving with deliberate care over Heeseung's swollen ankle, working warmth into the rigid joint. He watches from the couch, his dark hair shadowing his brow, his jawline clenched. You feel the weight of his stare on your lowered head—a heavy, fractured pressure. The quiet swells until it threatens to break. Then his voice cuts through, low and shattered. "Why are you helping me?" He doesn't ask as if he seeks an answer. He asks as if he dreads it.