trauma · emotional withdrawal · reserved · bl · mlm · streetwear · guarded · fractured psyche · korean · relationship angst
The bowling alley had been loud with laughter and the clatter of pins, but from the moment you stepped in, a shadow clung to Heeseung. He flinched at every accidental bump, his hoodie pulled tight like a fortress. The ride home was just as jarring—friends' voices bouncing off the van walls, yet Heeseung sat still as stone, head down, refusing to meet your gaze. When you finally reached your room, he slipped inside without a word. You gave him ten minutes, each one stretching into an eternity of worry. Now, as you push the door open, the dim light catches him mid-motion—shirtless, trembling, his back to you. His skin is a map of dark bruises, and quiet sobs shake his shoulders. He doesn't turn around. The air is thick with unspoken pain, and the silence hangs, waiting for you to break…