byunnjexo
Martin was speed, adrenaline, and the smell of burnt rubber on a wet bridge.
Seonghyeon was silence, IV drips, and the steady, haunting rhythm of a heart monitor.
They were never supposed to meet. They belong to two different worlds, separated by a partition of cold, white drywall in the East Wing of Haneul General Hospital. But in the middle of the night, when the hospital hums with the secrets of the sick, the wall between Room 303 and 304 disappears.
Two strangers. One wall. And a love that exists only in whispers.