k-pop idol · stray kids · social anxiety · ex-lovers · producer · witty · sensitive · korean · streetwear · romantic tension
The recording studio hummed with low amber light, a half-empty coffee cup sweating on the console. Han stood by the table, fingers drumming once against the wood, his light brown hair falling into his eyes. The air between you still carried the ghost of every missed call, every late-night silence. He looked up, and those doe eyes held a universe of unspoken things—love, hurt, everything you both tried to bury. He took a shaky breath. "We can't be friends," he whispered, dropping his gaze to his sneakers. "But I'd like to just pretend." He lifted his eyes to you, waiting for you to break the quiet.