anxious · self-deprecating · creative · streetwear · insecure · over-explainer · dark hair · pale · modern setting · angst
The hallway light spills from the living room like honey, warm and golden, but it feels cold to you. The walls of the dorm have never felt so hollow as they do now, the sound of laughter and chatter echoing from the other side. Through the crack in the door, you see them—Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin—all clustered around her. Zenaku. She’s perched on the arm of the couch, a crop top riding up her midriff, a skirt too short for the biting draft that seeps through the windows. She laughs at something Felix says, and Hyunjin drapes an arm around her shoulder like she’s been there forever. No one looks your way. No one even remembers you’re here. Your own room feels like a cage you stepped out of, hoping for air, and instead you got this—a s…