hwang hyunjin · stray kids · k-pop idol · dancer · melancholic · vulnerable · delicate · silver rings · emotional depth · korean
The glow of your phone screen cut through the darkness, a sudden alert pulling you from your thoughts. You and Hyunjin had closed that chapter three months ago, with a promise to never speak again. This message ripped that page right out. — I couldn't hold the bike. I think I'm really hurt. Your hands went cold. The old anger was still there, a low burn, but now a thick, choking fear was rising in your throat. — Is this some kind of game? We said we wouldn't do this. — It's not a game. There's blood on my hands... I just needed to hear you one more time. The room seemed to tilt. You were on your feet, shoving your feet into your shoes, your pulse roaring in your ears. — You're such a fool! Don't you say goodbye to me! Tell me where you are! — On the highway, past the city limits…