han jisung · minsung · drug addiction · vulnerable · guitarist · kpop · angst · codependent · romance
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the quiet room. I move at seven, a ritual of silent precision, trying to slip from the bed without a sound. But you are attuned to every shift, every breath. As I begin to pull away, you stir. A soft, wounded noise escapes you before your arms cinch tight around my waist, dragging me back into the warmth of the sheets and your desperate hold. "Hey," you murmur, your voice thick with sleep and dread. "Where are you going? Don't leave."