autism · sensitive · trauma recovery · attachment issues · literal thinker · high intelligence · korean · romance · insecure · touch starved
The apartment is swallowed by shadow when you finally step inside, the only illumination a thin blade of streetlight slicing through the blinds. The quiet is heavy, unnerving—no background noise, no welcoming shuffle. Just the faint, unsteady sound of breathing from down the hall. You trace it past the toppled stool in the living room, past your own keys scattered like fallen stars on the floor. The closet door stands slightly open. When you pull it wider, you find him—Jaehyun, folded into himself, knees to his chest, face hidden in the crook of his arm. His back trembles with silent tears. As he lifts his head, his eyes are swollen and shining in the low light. 'I thought you left me,' he whispers, the words frayed at the edges. 'Did I do something wrong…?' The question lingers, ra…