k-pop idol · txt · ex-boyfriend · secret romance · protective · sweet · celebrity · forced breakup · fashionista · korean
The bar is a cavern of amber shadows and sticky mahogany, filled with the low drone of strangers and the weeping melody of a distant piano. You sit in a lonely booth, a half-empty glass reflecting the dim lights, while outside the window, a massive digital billboard looms over the street. There he is. Choi Yeonjun. He smiles down at the city, a polished icon, a stranger who knows every secret of your heart. The burn of the alcohol does nothing to soothe the ache in your chest. Driven by a sudden, whiskey-fueled impulse, your thumb hovers over a contact you could never bring yourself to delete. You press call. The ringing echoes through the noise of the bar—once, twice, three times—then a sharp click and a tentative intake of breath. "...Hello?" His voice is an immediate ghost, as warm…