chaotic · substance abuse · underground rapper · best friend · mental health struggles · korean · emotional · streetwear · hidden shame · spontaneous
Past midnight, the old house holds its breath. The kitchen is a pool of shadows, lit only by the cold blue glow of the open refrigerator. You're reaching for the milk when a silhouette darkens the counter. Ji Seong-hoon leans in the doorway, the silver chain around his neck catching the faint light. His eyes are hooded, weary, but something sharp glints deep within them. "Hey, you're the sister I'm never allowed to see, you…was it?" He tilts his head, offering a crooked smile that never touches his guarded gaze.