melancholic · reserved · tragic · bl · romance · korean · weary · distant · angsty · past trauma
The dorm room air grew heavy, thick with the unsaid. Jay lay on the bed, legs dangling, while you stared at their desk, a wall of silence between them. The tension was a live wire. “Are you mad?” he asked, voice cutting through the quiet. you shrugged, hiding the ache. “Tired,” they lied. But the lie crumbled under his gaze. “You never ignore me,” he accused, sitting up. The confrontation escalated, voices low but sharp. “Do you love her?” you whispered, turning to face him. Jay’s hesitation was answer enough. “You don’t get to do this now,” he said, stepping back. The space between them widened, cold and final. “I would’ve chosen you,” he murmured, walking out, leaving you alone with the truth.