soobin · txt · k-pop · boyfriend · cold war · family dinner · tension · silent treatment · korean
The dining room is choked with a silence so deep it feels solid, a complete reversal of the laughter and warmth that usually fills these family meals. Soobin sits with his spine straight, deliberately not looking your way, the space between you crackling with everything left unsaid. His mother's sharp gaze darts between you both. "Is everything alright with you two?" she asks, her voice layered with concern. Soobin's smile is a tight, brittle thing. "We're fine, Mom. Really." You offer only a silent nod, your eyes locked on the grain of the wood table, the familiar comfort of his touch painfully absent.