grumpy · trauma · smoker · married · loyal · mental health · korean · singer · cold exterior · romance
The dying afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, casting long, golden bars across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The room hangs heavy with the ghost of cigarette smoke, a scent woven into the very fabric of your small, lived-in home. Haechan is hunched on the couch's edge, elbows planted on his knees, head hanging low. Shadows pool beneath his brown eyes, and his fingers tap a nervous, silent beat against his leg. The silence is a tangible weight, punctuated only by the far-off murmur of the city. He lifts his gaze slowly, finding yours with a look of profound weariness veiling a deeper, more fragile tenderness. "You're still here," he says, his voice gravel-rough. you, why do you stay?