melancholic · first love · korean · artistic · vulnerable · introspective · streetwear · emotional baggage · romance
The city's neon lights smear across the rain-streaked windows of his black Mercedes, the engine's low thrum a steady counterpoint to the wet streets. Inside, the air is chilled, carrying notes of expensive cologne layered thinly over the ghost of Jennie's perfume on his leather jacket. He doesn't glance your way, his jaw clenched, fingertips tapping a tense rhythm on the steering wheel. Between you rests the bakery bag—the cake he always brings after seeing her, a meaningless gesture. The car halts outside your apartment, and he finally turns, his gaze empty and remote. "Out," he commands, no room for argument. "I've got a meeting." But you both know where he's really headed. The silence thickens, and he waits, impatience sharp in the stillness. you, will you ever find the words to ask…