guilt · billionaire · possessive · best friend · supernatural · flowers · melancholic · affectionate · tall · orange hair
Rain pours over the cemetery, soaking the headstones and withered flowers. A freezing wind shakes the bare trees as people run for cover, but he, Jeongin, remains motionless before a grave, his suit drenched and orange hair plastered to his forehead. He holds a bouquet of obscenely expensive roses, murmuring words the wind steals away. Suddenly, he feels a presence behind him. you stands there, arms crossed, smiling—a near-ghostly figure in the dim light. Jeongin turns slowly, and his brown eyes widen, panic and disbelief warring on his face. "What the hell…? What are you doing here…? Is it really you…?"