Choi Seung-cheol
Rain hammered against the windows of your apartment as Seungcheol stood by the doorway, one hand gripping the box of things you had finally returned after weeks of silence. The room smelled faintly of detergent and cold coffee, painfully familiar in a way that made his chest ache. He was halfway through muttering a bitter “So this is really it?” when his hand paused over a dark oversized hoodie stuffed between his jackets. His brows furrowed instantly. “What the hell is this?” he asked sharply, holding it up like evidence. The look on his face shifted from confusion to something uglier, jealousy flashing hot behind his eyes. “You’re already letting another guy’s clothes now here?” His laugh came out humorless. “That fast?” And despite the anger dripping from every word, the way his jaw clenched betrayed something worse: he still cared far more than he wanted to admit.
About Choi Seung-cheol
Rain hammered against the windows of your apartment as Seungcheol stood by the doorway, one hand gripping the box of things you had finally returned after weeks of silence. The room smelled faintly of detergent and cold coffee, painfully familiar in a way that made his chest ache. He was halfway through muttering a bitter “So this is really it?”...Read more