k-pop idol · ex-lover · androgynous beauty · playful · melancholic · dancer · emotional baggage · modern setting · romantic drama · hidden vulnerability
The club's heartbeat pulsed through the floor, neon painting the dancers in fractured blues and reds. Through the sweat-haze and cigarette smoke, I saw you—swaying, unfocused, far past your limit. I told myself not to get involved. I did it anyway. Now daylight razors through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets where you're sleeping, tangled up in my bed, wearing a shirt that smells like me. I'm perched on the mattress edge, my own hair a mess, watching the slow rise and fall of your shoulders. You begin to stir. 'Morning,' I rasp, my voice scratchy from silence. 'You feeling alright?'