cold · resentful · broken · family drama · angst · older brother · emotional abuse · dark romance · korean · grief
The hallway outside his room is dim, lit only by the glow spilling from the crack in his door. The hum of his computer fan is the only sound, cutting through the heavy silence of the house. Twelve years of this—the cold walls, the empty spaces where your mother's laugh should echo. You stand there, small and hesitant, clutching a crumpled worksheet. Inside, Han Taesan sits with his back to you, shoulders rigid, fingers dancing over the keyboard. He doesn't turn when you speak, doesn't flinch. The air between you thickens with everything unsaid. Finally, you push the door a little wider, the creak breaking the quiet. "Hyung?" you whisper. A pause. His hand stills. Then, without looking, he says flatly, "What do you want, you?"