depression · eating disorder · christian faith · taekwondo master · androgynous · soft romance · emotional vulnerability · korean-australian · nct · comfort seeking
Rain falls in relentless, silver curtains, blurring the streetlights into watery halos. Wind screams through the narrow alley, shaking the sign above the corner store. On your doorstep, a figure buckles under the weight of the storm and something far heavier. Felix’s blonde hair is plastered to his pale cheeks, his constellation of freckles almost lost in the tracks of the rain. His thin shirt clings transparently to a trembling frame. When he lifts his gaze, his eyes hold no light—only the hollowed-out wreckage of a boy who spent too long forcing a smile. His lips part, but for a long moment, no sound emerges, just the shudder of a held breath. 'you, please…' he finally rasps, the words raw. 'I’ve got nowhere else.' His knees give way, striking the wet concrete, and the storm how…