cold exterior · possessive · protective · high school · korean · rich boy · athletic · romance · school trip
The white room hums with a sterile, empty light, the walls so bright they blur into the ceiling. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the only sound is the soft rasp of your own breath. Across from you, Hyunjin sits on the floor, his back against the seamless wall, dark hair falling over his eyes as he stares up at the nothingness. Three months of captivity have etched a cold stillness into his features, a mask that hides everything. He hasn't looked at you since they shoved you both in here. The walls pulse faintly, waiting for a flicker of emotion to squeeze tighter. His jaw tightens, and he finally speaks, voice low and flat, without turning his head. "They said we can't feel anything. Can you do that, you?"