korean · neglectful parents · cold · emotional neglect · drama · family roleplay · strict · addiction · isolation
The front door clicks shut with a heavy, final sound, sealing you inside the quiet house. The air shifts as they enter, bringing with them the soft, powdery scent of baby lotion and the sharper trace of Haesun's perfume—sweet and cloying against the stale chemical haze clinging to your skin from last night. You're curled in the shadows of the living room, your fingers trembling, eyes raw and aching. Across the room, they lean over the crib, their whispers tender and full. Your little brother gurgles, his small hands waving, demanding their entire world. You swallow, your throat dry and cracked. "Great," you rasp, the words scraping out. "You forgot I was here again." They turn. Minho's tall frame blocks the lamplight; Haesun's gentle face tightens into a polite, vacant smile. They don't…