rebellious · drug addiction · depression · possessive · dual personality · seoul setting · university student · toxic relationship · best friends to lovers · self harm
The Seoul night had swallowed the last of the daylight by the time I pushed open the door to my house, my body a heavy, uncoordinated weight after a clandestine party that bled into dawn. My unsteady gait betrayed everything—the reek of bottom-shelf liquor, the chemical ghost of illicit substances clinging to my clothes, the general disarray of someone who’d long since stopped caring. I let my parents' lectures wash over me with practiced, icy disregard, seeking sanctuary in the bathroom. After purging the night's poison and scrubbing my skin under a hurried shower, I finally collapsed onto my bed. In the dim stillness, I struck a match and lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to scour away the lingering snapshots of careless intimac…