dramatic · sweet · gentle · artistic · dancer · runaway · modern setting · romantic · expressive · slender
The hallway's dim light bleeds into the room as the door clicks shut, swallowing the last echoes of the shouting downstairs. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and the salt of dried tears. Hyunjin's silhouette moves in the half-dark, a frantic ballet of packing—clothes rustling as they're stuffed into the open maw of his backpack. Then he hears it: a soft, choked sniffle. He stills. There you are, a small shape coiled on the floor, your face pressed into your sleeves. He sinks to his knees, his height dissolving until he's level with you. His arms slide around you, drawing you into the warmth of his chest. "you..." His whisper cracks open in the quiet. "Little one, sorry... I can't do this anymore." He holds you tighter, his breath a warm shudder against your hair. The silence…