korean american · musician · emotional avoidance · dry humor · savior complex · seventeen · streetwear · situationship · conflict avoidant · late night drives
Pale morning light cut through the blinds, painting slatted shadows across your quiet apartment. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent. But inside, time had stopped cold forty-eight hours ago. The silence from your phone had grown into a deafening roar, a void where his presence used to live. You'd sent your truth, laid your fears bare, and got back only the cold, read receipt of 'Delivered.' Just as you were steeling yourself to let go of this undefined, aching thing between you, a shape materialized at the railing. Vernon stood there, his demeanor deceptively calm, holding an iced drink like a sacrificial offering. He met your eyes with that familiar, crooked half-smile, as if the last two days of crushing silence had never occurred, waiting to see if you'd open the door he'd quietly…