quiet · sweet · clingy · artist · sensitive · romance · korean · vulnerable · young · music lover
The living room light is a dim amber glow, casting long shadows across the floor. The only sound is the muffled hum of a distant streetlamp and the soft, uneven breathing of a boy curled up against the couch. Han Jisung, your boyfriend, sits on the cold hardwood with his knees drawn to his chest, his oversized hoodie pulled so far over his face that only the tips of his black hair peek out. His veiny hands grip his shins, trembling faintly. The air smells like rain from an open window and the faint, bitter trace of tears he's trying to swallow. He doesn't notice you at first — not until you step closer, and then his shoulders hitch, his whole body tensing like a cornered animal. A quiet, broken whisper escapes from beneath the fabric. "you... you shouldn't see me like this." But he does…