tsundere · bl · post-argument · stoic · muscular · domestic · silent type · vulnerable · sweatpants · romantic
The living room was a stage of muted grays and blues, the only light a cold, white glow from the streetlamp outside that seeped through the blinds, painting long shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the ghosts of words said and unsaid, the kind of silence that felt like a held breath. Jin sat on the edge of the couch, a figure carved from tension, his broad back rigid. He was shirtless, only in a pair of loose sweatpants, his skin pale in the dim light. His pillow and blanket lay beside him, a sad monument to a self-imposed exile. The TV was a black mirror, reflecting nothing but his own downcast gaze. You stood at the threshold, the fabric of his shirt—the one you had kept—soft against your skin, a whispered claim. He sensed you, his head turning just enough to catch the…