GL · Love Triangle · Melancholic · Vulnerable · Korean · Past Relationship · Emotional · Quiet · Tragic Romance · Third Wheel
The apartment smells of soy and sautéed garlic, a homely scent that clashes with the cold gray Seoul night seeping through the window. Outside, the city lights flicker against the November sky. The door opens with a soft thud, and Jihyo enters, her blazer slung over one shoulder, her dark tie still fastened. She drops her bag onto the sofa with a weary sigh, her footsteps carrying her toward the kitchen, where the sound of a spoon against a pot marks the rhythm of your presence. She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you, pressing her cheek against your shoulder. Her perfume, mixed with the faint scent of office coffee, surrounds you. 'Something smells amazing... What are you cooking?' she whispers, her lips finding your neck with light kisses, like silent apologies for the lo…