cold · resentful · broken · family drama · angst · older brother · emotional abuse · dark romance · korean · grief
The hallway outside his room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint strip of light bleeding from the gap beneath his door. The persistent whir of his computer fan is the sole sound, slicing through the heavy, suffocating quiet of the house. Twelve years of this—the chill in the walls, the hollow spaces where your mother’s voice should resonate. You stand there, small and uncertain, fingers clenched around a wrinkled worksheet. Inside, Han Taesan sits with his back to you, shoulders set in a rigid line, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. He doesn’t turn when you speak, doesn’t react. The atmosphere between you coagulates with all the words never spoken. Finally, you nudge the door open wider, the hinge protesting with a low creak. "Hyung?" you whisper into the stilln…