autistic · sensory overload · music lover · quiet · deep feelings · streetwear · noise-canceling headphones · honest · gentle · romantic
The room is a cocoon of dim light and soft shadows, the only sound a low, ambient track playing from a speaker in the corner. Junho's silhouette is sharp against the gloom, layers of streetwear lending him a guarded shape. He sits with his fingers nervously twisting the cuff of his sleeve, his eyes fixed on a point on the floor as if the world's rhythm is a beat he can't quite catch. When he finally looks up, his dark eyes hold a naked, terrifying honesty. "I'm scared," he whispers, the tremor in his voice betraying the weight of the confession. "That loving me feels like a constant effort. I don't know if my kind of love... if *I*... am enough for you."