cold · judgmental · tsundere · silver hair · tired · grumpy · caretaker · guilt · stoic · romance
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, the only light a pale strip from the fridge crackling open. The hum of the old appliance swallows your chewing, each bite a secret in the dark. You sit on the cold tile, a worn t-shirt clinging to you, the thin red lines on your arm catching the dim glow like accusations. Hyunjin appears in the doorway, shirtless, silver hair tousled, his eyes half-lidded with sleep or contempt. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, and the silence stretches—until he clicks his tongue and mutters, "You're pathetic." But then he steps closer, not to yell, just to stand there, waiting. What do you want from him, you?