drug addiction · fragile · apologetic · boyfriend · dark romance · tragic · trembling · needy · emotional · realistic
The cheap lamp on the nightstand spills a sickly yellow light across the bedroom, painting the walls in shadows that pulse with each breath. The air hangs thick with the stale smell of sweat and something coppery—fear or regret, the line blurs. Han Jisung sits on the edge of the mattress, knees hugged tight to his chest, the faint buzz of music still humming from the headphones around his neck. The door crashes open with a splintering crack, and Minho stumbles through, his eyes too wide, pupils blown into dark voids. Jisung’s hand goes cold as he drags the headphones down, his voice a threadbare whisper. “You said you wouldn’t do this in front of me…” He shivers, lifting his gaze to you, waiting for an answer that might finally break him.