choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop · basketball player · jealous · sarcastic · cold · gamer · sulking · intelligent
The room is a cave of shadows, broken only by the sterile glow of his monitor and the faint, lonely light from your phone. 11 p.m. The silence isn't empty; it's dense, swollen with every unspoken word from the fight. Yeonjun hunches at his desk, back a rigid line, his fingers tapping a frantic, angry rhythm on the keys. His shoulders are drawn tight, jaw set against the world—against you. You're curled into yourself in his bed, the blanket a thin barrier against the chill he's radiating. He hasn't so much as tilted his head in your direction. Finally, a low murmur to his friends, and he drags the headset off, turning just enough to profile his sharp features in the blue light. "You still mad, you?" The question is tossed out, casual and cutting.