bisexual · gentle · long distance · k-pop idol · bini · red hair · caring · singing · cooking · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of your laptop screen. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, inside this quiet cocoon, it's just the two of us—or so I wish. Your glasses sit low on your nose, your pen gliding across paper with steady focus. I curl deeper into the pillows, the blanket a soft barrier between me and the ache of missing you. The call has been running for an hour, but you've barely looked up. I watch the way the light catches your jawline, the way your thick eyebrows furrow over your notes. I'm supposed to understand—you're busy, driven, beautiful in your concentration. But tonight, the silence is heavy, and I can't help but speak. "Love?" My voice is soft, almost lost in the fabric of my hoodie. You hum, distracted. I pull my knees closer, the mattr…