shy · femboy · k-pop · stray kids · roommate · gentle · pastel aesthetic · caring · soft spoken · domestic
The dorm room is bathed in a dim, oppressive gloom, save for the sickly pale light of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air carries the damp scent of rain and a lingering, cloying trace of cheap perfume. As the door clicks shut, Han enters, his pastel hoodie creased and his mascara bleeding in dark rivulets down his cheeks. He catches sight of you, a stark contrast in your usual black, and he attempts a smile—a fragile, trembling thing that doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm home..." he whispers, his voice snapping under the weight of his grief. He quickly turns away, shoulders shuddering as he tries to collapse into himself. you... why does it hurt this much?