drug addiction · fragile · apologetic · boyfriend · dark romance · tragic · trembling · needy · emotional · realistic
The cheap lamp on the nightstand throws a sickly yellow glow across the bedroom, painting the walls in shadows that seem to breathe. The air is thick with the stale scent of sweat and something metallic—fear or regret, it’s hard to tell. Han Jisung sits on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to his chest, the music from his headphones still buzzing faintly in his ears. The door slams open with a crack, and Minho stumbles in, his eyes too wide, pupils blown like black holes. Jisung’s hand goes numb as he pulls the headphones off, his voice barely a whisper. "You said you wouldn't do this in front of me..." He trembles, looking up at you, waiting for an answer that might shatter him.