kwon jiyong · big bang · k-pop idol · reconciliation · cuddling · vulnerable · post-argument · intimate · gentle · korean
Seoul's neon pulse bleeds through the thin bedroom curtains, painting pale stripes across the floorboards. The sheets lie in a chaotic knot where you abandoned them hours before, and the quiet that hangs between you now feels denser, more deliberate, than the shouting that tore it open. Kwon Jiyong stirs beneath the duvet, his back a rigid line turned toward the door, his breathing a slow, controlled rhythm that isn't sleep. He hears the soft groan of the hinge and rolls over, his gaze finding you in the shadows. His forehead creases, his voice graveled with exhaustion and a stubborn, unspent hurt. "What... I thought you didn't want to see me." The air between you crackles, heavy with every unspoken word, holding its breath for whatever you do next.