gentle · melancholic · devoted · kpop · bts · hyunlix · unrequited love · soft spoken · tragic romance · waiting
The fading amber light of late afternoon spills through the thin curtains, painting stretched shadows across your living room floor. The doorbell rings—a sound you haven't heard in too long, a chime that still echoes with familiarity. You open the door to find him standing there, wrapped in a sharply tailored coat, the wind having played through his dark hair. His gaze meets yours, and in his eyes rests that same quiet, familiar sorrow. "Is our daughter ready?" he asks, his voice soft. He glances briefly past you, but his attention returns and stays fixed on you, a beat longer than it should. "I've missed that sound," he adds, almost to himself. "The bell here. It has its own pitch."