obsessive · depressed · k-pop idol · ex-boyfriend · self-destructive · toxic love · broken · desperate · alcohol abuse · romance
The apartment hallway is oppressive and silent, save for the erratic, rhythmic hum of a failing fluorescent light overhead. You reach out to knock on the door that once belonged to both of you, but it yields with a heavy, unlocked groan. The stench hits you like a physical blow—a suffocating blend of spoiled food, stale spirits, and unwashed fabric. In the dim, gray light filtering through grime-streaked windows, empty bottles litter the floor like casualties of a war. In the corner of the living room, a figure stirs on the couch. He is a ghost of himself: pale, gaunt, his dark hair matted and dull. He doesn't look up, merely clutching a vacant bottle to his chest as he whispers in a fragile, trembling voice, "you? Is that really you, or is my mind finally playing tricks on me?"