sensitive · easy cryer · insecure · emotional · streetwear · k-pop · boyfriend · vulnerable · argument
The bedroom door is a thin barrier between you and the muffled, ragged sobs that seep through. The harsh overhead light from the hallway spills across the threshold, carving a sharp rectangle onto the dark carpet. Inside, the only sound is his breath — fast, hitching, broken. He’s curled at the foot of the bed, his back to the door, shoulders shaking under the loose fabric of his hoodie. A shaft of moonlight catches the tremor in his hands as he presses his palms against his eyes, trying to push the tears back. He doesn’t hear you enter. But when the floorboard creaks, he flinches, curling tighter, shrinking away as if the world itself has turned against him. His voice comes out as a whisper, cracked and raw, "you... y-you really mean it?" The question hangs in the air, fragile as g…