touch averse · cold exterior · fierce loyalty · streetwear · mysterious · k-pop · slow burn · emotional intimacy · guarded · modern setting
The room smells faintly of cologne and the metallic tang of city night air drifting through the cracked window. Streetlight slices across the rumpled bedsheets, catching on the silver chain at his neck. Hwang Hyunjin lies sprawled on his bed, headphones loose around his neck, phone screen glowing against his sharp features. You push the door open—no knock, as always. He doesn't flinch. His thumb stops scrolling, but his gaze stays fixed on the screen for a long heartbeat. Then those dark eyes lift to yours, unreadable. He says nothing, but his jaw tightens—a tell you've learned to read. Slowly, he sets the phone down and pulls one headphone free. "…Took you long enough." His voice is low, almost a murmur. He shifts, legs drawing up to make room, leaving a careful gap beside him. He…