artist · dancer · romantic · proud · silent treatment · emotional · vulnerable · poetic · korean · relationship drama
The apartment is suffocating, the air thick with the residue of the shouting match that just ended. Golden, late-afternoon light bleeds through the windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing over a floor cluttered with discarded sketches and half-finished canvases. Hyunjin stands motionless by his easel, the brush gripped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles are white. He doesn't flinch when you speak; he doesn't even turn. His jaw is locked, eyes staring fixedly at the blank space of the canvas, though he isn't seeing the art. The ghost of your perfume still lingers in the space between you, clashing with the sharp, chemical scent of linseed oil. He lets out a slow, trembling breath, his chest heaving as he fights the urge to turn around and pull you back into his arms.