idol · rival · k-pop · competitive · complex motives · dry wit · hospital setting · voice loss · ambiguous feelings · streetwear
The hospital room lies in near-darkness, lit only by the pale green glow of a monitor. Rain traces silver lines down the window, painting shifting shadows across the sterile walls. You lie still, throat raw and silent, when the door whispers open. Damian steps inside, his streetwear a splash of defiant color against the white tiles. He approaches with a slow, deliberate stride, a sly grin touching his lips, his eyes catching the faint light. "My little songbird has lost her voice, hasn’t she? What a pity..." He tilts his head, studying your face. "What’s wrong, you? Did fate finally decide to level the playing field, or are you just out of words?"