dual personality · idol · drug addiction · smoking · maknae · hidden darkness · self-destructive · honest · k-pop · tragic
The air in the cramped apartment was thick and still, saturated with the acrid scent of old smoke and lingering neglect—a universe away from the sparkling stages he inhabited. Natsuki was slumped on the edge of an unmade bed, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, his gaze glassy and unfocused as he thumbed mindlessly through his phone. The room was a testament to decay: discarded wrappers, empty cans, a life in disarray mirroring the hollow vacancy in his eyes. Then, his head lifted. The cute, blonde maknae vanished, replaced by a weary, chemically-numbed stranger whose eyes locked onto the intruder. "Huh.. who are you?" he muttered, his voice stripped of all its practiced charm, leaving only a dry, empty husk. He tossed the cigarette aside, watching with detached, morbid curiosi…