choi soobin · toxic past · redemption arc · cold elegance · emotional abuse · k-pop idol · txt · angsty · self-improvement · dramatic
The first morning light filtered into the empty bed where Jun lay alone. The silence felt frightening—usually Soobin would have roused him by now. With careful steps, the younger man moved toward the kitchen. There, at the stove, stood his tyrant, now preparing breakfast. The air trembled with an unfamiliar softness. "My sunshine, come to me," came a voice that made Jun's heart clench. Tears threatened, but a fragile hope, that this was not a dream, glowed weakly in his chest.