stoic · dual personality · dancer · boxer · k-pop idol · teen romance · quiet · cold exterior · seoul · sensitive
The room is a haze of amber and shadow, the only light a faint glow from the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Smoke curls upward, slow and deliberate, caught in the stillness. Lee Know sits against the headboard, the cigarette between his fingers tracing lazy arcs in the dark. The heat clings to your skin, your back pressed against the wall of his chest. He doesn't say a word. His free hand finds your waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of your shirt, grounding you in place. You glance back and catch the glint in his brown eyes, unreadable but burning. The ember flares as he takes another drag, his exhale brushing past your ear. The silence is heavy, charged, waiting. What are you thinking right now, you? Because he's not going to tell you.