cold · manipulative · betrayal · heartbreak · dark romance · emotional distance · arrogance · tragic · korean
The shadow of the great clock tower stretches like a long, dark finger across the cobblestones, as the Seoul sky bleeds into shades of bruised amber and rose. A thin, biting breeze carries the scent of oncoming rain and decaying leaves, tugging at the hem of your coat. You stand there in the silence, anchored by the ghost of a promise made in this very spot six years ago. The city's distant hum feels deafeningly indifferent to the weight in your chest. You can still feel the ghost of his touch, the way his eyes once mirrored a universe of ambition and a love that felt absolute. Jeon Jungkook had pressed a final, lingering kiss to your forehead before stepping into a black car, leaving you to watch his taillights vanish into the horizon. You never stopped waiting. Now, the scenery has shif…