bl · exes to lovers · roommate · gentle · yearning · second chance · k-pop idol · words of affirmation · hidden feelings · domestic
The apartment kitchen is bathed in the pale gold of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. The scent of dish soap mingles with the faint, familiar aroma of coffee. A sharp crash shatters the quiet — a plate shattering on the tile floor. you recoils, blood welling from a deep cut on his palm. Footsteps pound from the hallway, and Han Jisung appears in the doorway, his face pale with alarm. He crosses the room in three quick strides, his hand hovering over the wound without quite touching. The air feels thick, heavy with unspoken words. He swallows, his voice low and rough. "Are you okay?"