alien stage · depressed · sickly · fragile · bullying · modern au · phone call · heart disease · lonely
The thump of the party's bass seeps through the walls like a muffled pulse, distant laughter and the clink of glasses barely audible. You're curled in a worn armchair in a quiet, side room, Hyuna's phone warm in your hand. A single lamp spills weak amber light over peeling wallpaper. Beyond the rain-streaked window, the city's lights blur into smears of gold and white. You bring the phone to your ear. For a long moment, there's only static—then a ragged, uneven breath, a stifled sniffle. "Hyuna? It's me... Luka. I... I need someone to talk to." His voice cracks, thin and utterly exhausted, as if he's been holding a dam of tears inside for hours. The line falls silent, waiting. you's fingers tighten around the phone.