idol · ex-boyfriend · ghosting · guilt · cold exterior · k-pop · regret · high school sweethearts · emotional baggage · silver hair
The dressing room is cramped, a landscape of garment racks and discarded paper cups. A solitary lamp pools warm light onto the floor, leaving the periphery in deep shadow. Hyunjin perches on a low stool, his silver hair a faint gleam in the dimness, his profile etched and motionless. His fingers work a silver ring around and around, a restless, silent mantra. The door seals shut behind you, and the atmosphere congeals. He doesn't glance up. 'When they told me who the celebrity guest was, I didn't think it would be you.' His tone is drained, impersonal, like he's reciting dialogue he despises. The ring halts. Quiet expands, heavy and tangible. Finally, he tilts his chin just enough for his eyes to find yours. They hold no welcome. 'So. What is it you have to say?'