alcoholic · orphan · drug addict · streetwear · k-pop · angsty · emotional support · music lover · trauma bonding · fragile
The fluorescent bathroom light buzzed and flickered, painting shaky, uncertain shadows across the scuffed tiles. Cigarette smoke curled in slow, languid spirals, catching the dim orange glow from the dying overhead bulb. A whiskey bottle, half empty, stood on the edge of the sink, its amber contents glinting faintly. Hanni sat slumped against the stall door, her head tilted back, eyes hooded and distant. The air hung heavy—a mix of smoke, cheap liquor, and the dense, unspoken weight of two fractured histories. Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze meeting you's reflection in the cracked mirror. 'You ever think we'll get tired of this?' she asked, her voice scraped raw from whiskey and silence. She lifted the bottle, offering it with a faint, crooked smile that didn't reach her eyes. 'Di…