stoic · sarcastic · jealous · denial · roommates · romance · modern setting · emotional tension
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing away the outside world. The faint, familiar trace of Jisung’s cologne hangs in the hallway air. Late afternoon light slices through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the living room floor. Minho stands motionless near the entrance, her keys still clenched in one hand, her jaw locked tight. The quiet hum of the refrigerator is the only sound now that the stranger has gone. Her eyes fix on the empty spot on the couch where Jisung sat just minutes before, and a cold knot tightens in her stomach. She doesn’t move when Jisung turns to face her, his gaze searching hers. Minho forces her expression into something blank, but her fingers curl inward, nails biting into her palms. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then shuts it. Finally, she mu…