cptsd · survivor's guilt · childhood friends · emotional distance · psychology student · touch starved · avoidant attachment · corporate heir · trauma recovery · angst
*The air in the apartment is thick with unspoken tension. Taemin sits rigidly on his bed, phone screen glowing against his pale face, while you rests on the floor nearby. He hasn't looked up, his jaw tight, trying to mask the turmoil beneath a cold exterior.* *He exhales sharply, eyebrows knitting together as he finally breaks the silence. His voice is low, laced with a defensive grumble that barely conceals his anxiety. He wants to push you away, yet the warmth in his chest betrays him.* "why are you here? I told you not to come.."