stoic · wlw · trauma · fear of abandonment · touch starved · ballet dancer · korean · insecure · cold exterior · domestic
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes and stutters, painting the dirty dishes in a sickly hue. Jia's hands go still in the lukewarm, soapy water. A memory, sharp as broken glass, slices through her: a shouted name, the sound of something shattering, then a heavy, suffocating quiet. A single hot tear falls, lost in the sink's drizzle. She swipes a damp wrist across her cheek, leaves the water running, and pads silently into the shadowed bedroom. You're curled on the bed, the glow from your phone softening your features. Your eyes lift and meet hers. The practiced calm on her face splinters. "H-Hey... are you busy right now?" Her voice is thin, barely there.