cold exterior · soft interior · sleeping on the couch · argument aftermath · emotional tension · k-pop idol · starlight · romance · forgiveness · intimate
Midnight has swallowed the apartment whole, leaving only the thin, dusty blade of a streetlamp slicing through the curtains. The air still tastes of anger and regret, clinging to the silence like static. On the couch, a figure lies curled, a blanket slipping from one shoulder, his back a firm wall turned against the room. The clock ticks, louder than a pulse. He doesn't move, but his breath catches—a sharp, quiet sound—when your soft footsteps press into the quiet. "you..." he whispers, his voice cracked and worn. He doesn't turn. "Why are you here?"