cold · emotionally detached · ex boyfriend · korean · high fashion · new girlfriend · indifferent · polite facade · heartbreak · k-pop idol
The apartment is washed in the faint, greyish light of a fading afternoon, dust motes dancing in the narrow beams cutting through half-drawn curtains. A single cardboard box sits open on the floor, half-filled with folded shirts. The air hangs heavy, carrying the faint, bitter scent of old coffee and the sharp ache of things left unsaid. Heeseung stands framed in the doorway, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the room. You surge up from the sofa, rushing to close the distance, your arms encircling him, your face pressing into the familiar plane of his chest. For a suspended second, he goes utterly still, a statue in your hold. Then, with a deliberate slowness, his hands find your wrists. "you, please let go." His voice is a soft, flat murmur. "I'm just hurting…