shanine_adwang

In a city soaked in rain and regret, Ji-Han lives by one rule: don’t get attached. That’s until he sees a message scrawled on a graffiti-covered wall—“Break my bed, not my heart —and can't stop thinking about the stranger behind it.

Enter Jae-In. Sharp-tongued, bold-eyed, and every bit the chaos Ji-Han doesn’t need. Their first encounter is a collision of egos, flirtation, and fire. Their second? A challenge too tempting to ignore.

What starts as a dangerous game of seduction turns into something much deeper—and much riskier. In a world where desire is louder than truth, and past wounds refuse to stay buried, both men must decide: is this just lust… or something that might actually hurt?

break my bed, not my heart

Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling. He was too hot, too thirsty. It felt like his skin was sweating from the inside out.

The sheet clung to him. His throat was dry.

Next to him, Jae-In was fast asleep. Or pretending to be.

He walked through the apartment to the bathroom. The faucet ran.

He leaned over, drinking straight from the stream.

When he looked up, the mirror was black.

No reflection. Not even a blur. Just… black.

He stepped back, his breath caught.

The voice came from the living room.

He turned. Jae-In was there, in the shadows, sitting on the couch, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers.

— How did you…? I left you in bed, Ji-Han whispered.

— You never left me. I'm always here.

Ji-Han frowned. He stepped closer, slowly.

— Nothing does when you sleep too much.

Jae-In stood up, walked over, and locked eyes with him. They were darker than usual. Deep. Unfathomable.

— You really think you could dream me like this?... this well?...

He slid his hand behind Ji-Han's neck and kissed him hard.

Jae-In shoved him against the wall. His hand closed around Ji-Han's throat, just enough to shut out the world.

— You like it when I take you like this?

Ji-Han gasped, nodded, unable to answer otherwise.

He smiled. Loosened the grip a little. His lips slid down to his neck.

— See… as long as you stay here, nothing can hurt you.

Ji-Han felt himself harden against him. It was too much. Insane. Perfect.

And it was in that suffocating perfection that a thought struck him.

He pushed Jae-In away suddenly, panting.

— Need what? Air? A break? Or to remember?

— And yet I made you come three times tonight.

Then Ji-Han said, eyes glistening:

Sleepless night