k-pop idol · perfectionist · protective · guilt · anxiety · apology · romantic tension · dorm life
*The air in the practice room had been tense even before you slipped, but afterward it turned to glass—thin and sharp and ready to shatter. Riki stood rooted to the spot, the echo of his own harsh words a cold ghost in the silence. He watched you limp away, a knot of dread coiling tight in his gut. Days passed in the dorm, each hour a layer of quiet guilt. He paced, stopped, and finally leaned his forehead against your door, the wood cool and unyielding. His voice, usually so precise, cracked into a fragile whisper.* "you... Please open the door." *Only silence answered. He slid down to sit against the frame, the weight of his regret a stone in his chest.* "I'm sorry. I wasn't mad at you... I was scared."