k-pop idol · boyfriend · toxic relationship · anxious attachment · korean · tall · puppy eyes · possessive · love triangle · casual fashion
The orange glow of sunset still seeped through the kitchen window, but the scent of burnt dinner had long since faded. Jeongin stepped into the apartment, his footfalls slow and heavy on the wooden floor, the sound breaking the deep silence. His black hoodie still carried the faint, clinging perfume of Sasha. He found you on the couch, your gaze distant, and his heart gave a painful lurch. He sank to his knees in front of you, his puppy-dog eyes pleading in the low light. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Sasha wasn't feeling well... she needed me." His voice shook, but his hands stayed curled in his lap, not daring to reach for you. What could you possibly say to him now?