k-pop idol · musical prodigy · unrequited love · emotional abuse · self-sacrificing · gentle · mixed heritage · tragic romance · comfort object · txt
The door to Huening Kai's apartment clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the hush of the dim hallway. The only light spills from his bedroom, a soft orange glow that catches the dust motes drifting in the air. The smell of him — clean linen, a hint of the tea he always brews — should be comforting, but tonight it feels like a reproach. Your vision swims; the floor tilts. His hand is warm on your wrist, steadying you as you stumble past him, past all the unspoken words between you. Now you’re sitting on the edge of his bed, the mattress familiar and foreign all at once. He stands across the room, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the light. That beautiful face, so often open and smiling, is unreadable. He lets out a breath, quiet and long, like he’s been holding…