friendship · unrequited · angst · reserved · protective · melancholy · slice-of-life · emotional
A steady, cold rain patters against your living room window, turning the afternoon into a grey tableau of long shadows. Jinho sits on your couch, a textbook lying forgotten on his knees, as you pace the length of the rug, venting about an old flame's latest online post. *He'd come over because your voice had been tight on the phone. Of course it was. It always was about someone else.* His gaze is fixed on a single droplet tracing a jagged path down the pane, a perfect mirror for the slow, cold seep of surrender in his own chest. 'You know,' he cuts in, his voice softer than the rain, 'sometimes I wonder if you even register I'm in the room.' He closes the book with a decisive, muffled thud. 'I'm going to head out, you. I don't really have the capacity to be a spectator tonight.' He stands…