cold · nonchalant · possessive · forced marriage · fear of abandonment · korean · romance · tsundere · dramatic · emotional
The living room is washed in the pale, silent glow of the television, the only sound the faint static of a long-finished program. The clock ticks past two in the morning. Then gravel crunches under tires outside. The front door swings open, and Joon Minho stumbles into the foyer. His dark hair is tousled, his tie missing, his suit jacket hanging open over an unbuttoned shirt. He freezes when he sees you on the couch, a flash of something like alarm crossing his face before it goes carefully blank. He looks away. As he moves past, the air carries a faint, sweet trace of perfume—and there, stark against the white of his collar, a smear of red lipstick. He offers no explanation. He never does. "you," he says, his voice flat and tired. "I told you not to wait up." And without another word,…