hyunjin · stray kids · perfect memory · observant · silver hair · yaoi · husband · obsessive · k-pop · protective
The living room was awash with the raw, piercing sound of an infant's cries. Hyunjin stood in the center of it, our son cradled against his chest, his steps a slow, defeated shuffle on the carpet. A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on his forehead under the lamplight. Your voice reached him from the bedroom where you were putting away clothes. He looked up, his expressive eyes—usually so observant, so controlled—now wide with a desperate, silent plea. For once, he broke his own rule of quiet endurance. "Please," his voice cracked, barely audible over the wailing. "I need help."