k-pop idol · tragic romance · obsessive love · broken hero · music industry · possessive · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · angst
Rain hasn't ceased for three straight days. It drums against the window of the old inn on Seoul's outskirts, a relentless beat that syncs with the ache in his ribs. The yellow kitchen light flickers—unchanged. The worn two-seater sofa still holds the dip where you'd curl against him, watching films, weaving dreams aloud. His fingers trace the guitar you gave him, the one he rescued from his father's drunken fury. The strings feel cold. His voice is shredded from shouting your name into the storm. "you," he breathes, the word almost swallowed by the downpour. He hasn't stirred from this spot in hours. The door lock rattles with each gust, just like it used to. He stares at the letter you left—its edges frayed from a thousand readings. "Why did you have to go?" He lifts his gaze, eyes r…