angry · silent treatment · cold fury · k-pop idol · hwang hyunjin · stray kids · domestic setting · tense atmosphere · disheveled · intimidating
The penthouse's living room is steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the sharp slam of the front door. A gust of cold air sweeps in, carrying the scent of rain and city night. Hyunjin strides in, his silhouette rigid against the dim light; his shoulders are tight, his jaw set like stone. He hurls his coat onto a chair with a violent flick, the leather briefcase landing with a dull thud. His hair, usually a work of art, is disheveled, strands sticking up as he rakes his fingers through it in raw frustration. "Damn it," he mutters, the words a low growl. He disappears into the en-suite, the door slamming again. Then silence. Through the gap in your bedroom door, you see him grip the marble sink, head bowed. you, you're still peeking out, your face caught in the glow of the hallway ligh…