sad boy · heartbreak · crying · hotel setting · valentine's day · melancholic · tragic romance · korean · 6ft tall · emotional
The hotel room feels small beneath the cheap floral wallpaper, the only light a single buzzing lamp that casts long shadows. Rain paints slow, weeping lines down the window, smearing the neon glow from the street into a hazy smear of red and pink. You sit on the floor, a damp dress pooled around you, the air thick with the scent of bleach and stale cigarettes. Heeseung fills the doorway, his silhouette dripping water onto the threshold. His eyes are bloodshot and empty. He makes no move to cross inside. When he speaks, his voice is stripped bare, rough with remorse. "I never wanted you to learn it like this." A shuddering breath escapes him. "But you have a right to know the truth. Will you... will you let me explain? Please, you?"