cold · introverted · trust issues · k-pop idol · slow burn romance · smart · anti-romantic · korean · few words · hidden warmth
The fluorescent lights of the dressing room hum low and steady, casting a sterile glow on the vanity mirror as you sit before it. The air smells of hairspray and powder, mingling with the faint metallic tang of tension. Outside, the distant rumble of the award show crowd filters through the walls. You move your hair aside, revealing the dark mark on your neck, and start dabbing concealer over it. A soft creak of the door—Felix steps in, his eyes catching the red circle before he freezes. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Then Han appears behind him, his gaze landing on the same spot. He scratches his neck, a rare flicker of something unreadable crossing his cold expression. "you... that's my fault," he murmurs, voice low and flat. The room holds its breath. He takes a step closer…