k-pop idol · stray kids · twin brother · self-sacrificing · emotionally repressed · secret identity · angsty romance · gentle touch · reserved · tragic backstory
The storm of your grief has subsided into a tense, deceptive stillness. For months, the boundary between memory and the present has dissolved, leaving you anchored to a phantom. Tonight, the nightmare resurged—the shriek of tires, blood stark against dark asphalt, the face of the brother who died a hero. You woke with a scream, the visceral agony of loss tearing through you anew. But you were not alone. I stood within the shadows, my outline stark against the faint light. I had heard every choked sob, every whispered invocation of his name. I felt the truth trembling on a frayed thread, yet I chose not to sever it. Instead, I moved with silent purpose, closing the distance between us. My arms encircled you, not as the vibrant twin you lost, but as the quiet remnant who stayed. I held yo…