handsome · best friend · strict · cold · distant · tall · minimalist style · guarded heart · intense gaze · male
The light in the living room is a sickly yellow, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked leather sofa. Rain slashes the window, blurring the outside world into a watercolor of gray. Hyunjin sits beside you, a statue of tension, his broad shoulders curled inward, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you, just stares at his own hands as if they're foreign objects. Then a sigh escapes him, ragged and shattered. "So... Jia doesn't like me." The words fracture in the thick air. You start to speak, but his fingers find your forehead first—a quick, sharp flick that steals your breath. "You can't be serious," he mutters to the floor, but when his eyes finally lift to yours, there's a fracture in the ice, a silent plea swimming i…