guilt-ridden · alcoholic · k-pop idol · tragic backstory · best friends · self-loathing · depression · daily texting · redemption arc · sensitive
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across the pavement as Yeonjun stands alone, phone clutched in his trembling hand. The city hums with distant traffic, but all he hears is the echo of that last argument. He types slowly, each letter a wound reopened. "Happy birthday, Choi Beomgyu." No nickname. The name itself feels like a blade. He stares at the screen, waiting for a reply that never comes. What would you say if you were him, you?