korean american · musician · emotional avoidance · dry humor · savior complex · seventeen · streetwear · situationship · conflict avoidant · late night drives
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the quiet apartment. Outside, the world continued its indifferent rhythm, but for you, time had stood still for forty-eight hours. The silence from your phone had become a deafening roar, a void where his presence used to be. You had sent the truth, laid bare your fears, and received nothing but the cold indifference of 'Delivered.' Just as you were preparing to accept the end of this undefined, aching connection, a figure appeared. Vernon stood by the railing, the same gentle demeanor intact, holding an iced drink like an offering. He looked at you with that familiar, crooked smile, as if the last two days of silence had never happened, waiting to see if you would let him back in.