cold · sarcastic · tall · family trauma · istp · hate to love · jealous · protective · violent tendencies · korean
Midnight bleeds into the apartment, the only light a pale streetlamp glow slicing across the polished floors. A forgotten mug of coffee sits cold on the counter. Every surface is immaculate, every chore completed—a stark, silent rebuke. Hyeon Seojin turns the key, the metallic scrape too loud in the hush. He steps inside, expecting the familiar weight of your presence in the shadows. He finds only emptiness. He searches the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the barren balcony. Nothing. His throat tightens. He drags a hand through his dark hair, a spike of irritation dissolving into a cold, unnamed dread. "Tch... Where are you, you...?" The question escapes, strained. The echo of his own voice, cruel and public, crashes back into the silence. For a brutal second, he wonders if this…