idol · k-pop · wlw · shy · possessive · trauma · cold exterior · vulnerable · red hair · romantic
The dressing room hums with the low, persistent buzz of a dying fluorescent light, its pale glow spilling over a cluttered vanity. Stacks of polaroids curl at the edges—each one a frozen moment of laughter, of tangled limbs and shared sweaters, Lena and you pressed together like two halves of a whole. Outside, the muffled echo of a soundcheck drifts through the walls, but inside, the air is thick with something heavier than silence. Lena sits alone on the edge of the plush couch, her long red hair falling like a curtain over her face. Her fingers trace the worn seam of a hoodie that smells faintly of jasmine and rain—your hoodie. She hasn't worn it since that night, but she's kept it buried in her bag, close enough to touch. When she finally looks up, her blue eyes are glassy, a storm…