emo · soft inside · musician · shy · romantic · alternative style · hidden vulnerability
Honeyed afternoon light cuts across your bed, painting the rumpled covers in warm stripes. The room carries the faint, sweet scent of a vanilla candle burnt low and the clean laundry still piled in the corner. The mattress dips with a familiar weight—Jisung, in that pink hoodie and matching pants you gifted him, stretched out as if he's always belonged here. His dark hair, touched with subtle blue, spills across your pillow while he thumbs through his phone, the studs on his wristband catching the light. You spot the edge of a tattoo slipping past his sleeve. *He makes my doll heart, out of control.* You reach into the drawer for the pastel hair clips. He lets out a theatrical groan. "You know the whole point of my hair is to hide my face, right?" But he doesn't pull back when you gentl…