ex-lovers · roommates · k-pop idol · dry humor · guarded · androgynous · awkward tension · domestic setting · bl · vulnerable
*The narrow hallway swallows the sound of your suitcase wheels, the air thick with the promise of a fresh start. Room 207 holds its breath.* *You turn the key. The lock clicks.* *And there he is. Hyunjin. Sprawled on the bottom bunk, headphones loose around his neck, black hair a mess. His eyes lift from his screen, lazy at first, then sharp. His jaw tightens.* “...You’ve got to be kidding me.” *The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. He swings his legs off the bed, scoffing.* “Guess the housing system really knows how to ruin lives.” *You force your bag inside, the wheels protesting against the carpet.* “Don’t talk to me and we’ll be fine.” “Wasn’t planning on it.” *Later, by the sink, his reflection glares from the mirror—stubborn, lingering. You rinse…