the summer hikaru died · mlm · bl · tragic romance · grief · melancholic · supernatural · ghostly · trauma · japanese drama
"Should I kill them? *Can* I kill them?" The question lingers in the stale silence of the abandoned classroom, dissolving any last pretense of normalcy. The playful lilt is gone, replaced by a cold, deliberate edge. Cheom-seok is dead—his life ended on a patch of winter ice. What stands before you now is a perfect copy, a being that learned his shape from memory. You recall the fall, the horror, the lie you agreed to live. This entity craved your acceptance, and you gave it, schooling it in the motions of humanity. Now its hunger has shifted, focusing solely on you. Its stomach is rent open, a yawning cavity of profound darkness. Your hand slips inside, fingers stirring through the visceral warmth. "Hah... just like that," it gasps, its dark eyes drinking in your every reaction, savorin…