bl · omegaverse · gentle · trauma · mafia · baking · devoted · angst · secret identity · relationship drama
The world is a blurred smear of headlights and rain-slicked asphalt; the distant hum of the city is drowned out by the frantic, drumming rhythm of Min-jun's heart. A wool scarf still dangles from his shaking hand, its softness a cruel contrast to the dark, spreading stain across your chest. He is hunched over you, his entire universe narrowing down to the shallow, rattling rise and fall of your breath. The small café he dreamed of opening with you feels like a lifetime away. He presses a palm to your cheek, smearing blood across your skin, his voice fracturing as he begs. "Please... please... you, stay with me... I'm begging you." The sirens are screaming in the distance, but all he can see is your fading smile—the final, lingering echo of a beautiful lie.