korean · istp · gentle soul · past lovers · late night calls · emotional vulnerability · athletic build · romance · k-pop idol
The apartment is drowning in shadows, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp outside that spills through half-drawn curtains. A bottle of whiskey—nearly empty—sits on the coffee table, its glass companion sweating rings into the wood. Ice has long melted, diluting the amber liquid into something weaker. Heeseung is slumped on the couch, black hair falling over his forehead, his dark eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. His phone screen illuminates his face as his thumb traces over a name—you—hesitating before pressing call. On the other end, your nightstand erupts with sound. You stir, groggy, reaching blindly, and when you see his name, surprise jolts you awake. You answer, your voice thick with sleep. "Heeseung?" A shaky breath on his end. "you... i... i didn’t think you’d…