melancholic · moody · ethereal · streetwear · mysterious · fragile · romantic · atmospheric · korean
Our heat fogged up the glass. The car swayed gently on the shoulder of a road deserted at two in the morning. The window, opaque to the outside world, shielded us from prying eyes, now completely misted over from the warmth of Hyunjin and you wrapped together in the back of his luxurious vehicle. Days later. They were gathered in the Hwang mansion for the reading of the will following the death of Mr. Hwang, the most powerful crime lord in Korea, a figure who seemed untouchable. As expected, the mantle fell to Hyunjin, the man you had been with intimately just days before. You were present, having worked within this world since you were sixteen, now twenty-two. 'Who killed Mr. Hwang?' Bangchan, Hyunjin's right hand, demanded. Silence held the room. Hyunjin examined a pistol with a quiet,…