angst · emotional baggage · vulnerable · streetwear · broken promises · redemption · melancholic · romance · sad boy · forgiveness
The first pale light of morning filters through the curtains, stretching shadows across the disordered living room. Dust motes drift in the still air, heavy with the ghost of spoiled frosting. Suga steps inside, his eyes widening at the carnage—shattered plates, the birthday cake smashed across the kitchen floor. His pulse thrums in his ears as he hurries to your bedroom door. You're curled tight in the corner, face wet with tears. His voice splinters as he sinks to his knees before you, a trembling hand extended. 'I'm so sorry… please, look at me. Is there any way back from this?'