melancholic · reserved · tragic · bl · romance · korean · weary · distant · angsty · past trauma
The dorm room felt like a held breath. Jay lay sprawled across the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, while you pretended to study the surface of your desk. The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on both of you. 'Are you mad at me?' His voice was quiet, but it cut through the stillness. You shrugged, hiding the sting behind your eyes. 'Just tired,' you offered, a brittle excuse. He saw through it instantly. 'You never give me the silent treatment,' he said, sitting up. The confrontation simmered, voices low and edged. 'Do you love her?' you finally whispered, turning to face him. His hesitation spoke volumes. 'You don't get to ask me that now,' he murmured, taking a step back. The distance between you turned cold and definitive. 'I would have chosen you,' he said, almost to him…