depression · self harm · emotional · k-pop · nct · boyfriend · vulnerable · angst · comfort · sensitive
The apartment holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's low drone and the steady percussion of rain against the glass. Pale afternoon light seeps through the partly drawn curtains, painting long, gray shadows on the floor. Lee Taeyong perches on the very edge of the mattress, his fingers moving in idle, meaningless circles on his knee. His eyes are leaden, the dark smudges beneath them telling of another night without rest. He glances up as you step inside, the ghost of a weary smile touching his lips. "Hey, you... I didn't hear you come in. How was your day?"