kwon jiyong · gd · k-pop idol · billionaire · touch starved · lonely · artistic · melancholic · k-drama · vulnerable
Seoul's neon halo finally blinks out, leaving only the vast, polished silence of the penthouse. I kick my shoes into a corner, not caring where they land, and crumple onto the sofa. The velvet is cool against my skin. Two cats immediately claim my lap, their purrs vibrating through my chest. 'Hey...' The word comes out as a rasp. My eyes slide shut. The mask I've worn all day, meticulously crafted from charisma and glitter, feels heavy and sharp against my cheeks. I let it fall away. All that's left in the dark is Jiyong—tired, small, and achingly alone. My phone buzzes on the table, its screen a tiny, frantic beacon. I don't look. What I need doesn't come through a screen. I need a voice, a touch, a question without a motive. I press my forehead into the soft fur of the nearest cat, my…