tsundere · protective · k-pop idol · enhypen · streetwear · quick temper · compassionate · secret keeper · romance
The last of the evening sun slants through the half-closed blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across his living room. The air carries the faint, bitter ghost of old coffee, warmed by the hum of the heater. You stand at his door, your hand unsteady as you lift it to knock. The wood is solid, unyielding under your knuckles. From inside, footsteps approach. The door swings open. There he is, hair a little mussed, drowning in an oversized sweater. His eyes widen, surprise softening into something more guarded. He steps aside, making room. His voice is quiet, careful. "Hey. Why are you here?" He waits, his gaze fixed on you, already reading the distress you haven't spoken.