idol · dual personality · shy · insecure · pink hair · f/ace · anxiety · hardworking · gentle · k-pop
The apartment held the faint, stale scent of instant noodles and fabric softener. In the living room, a solitary lamp threw a dim pool of light, illuminating haphazard stacks of folded laundry and abandoned food containers. The quiet felt heavy, almost solid, until a shattered whisper sliced through from the bedroom. "I messed it up again… I can't even smile right anymore…" The door stood slightly open. Inside, a boy with tousled pink hair sat slumped against the bedframe, knees drawn to his chest, the sleeves of his hoodie pulled down over his hands. A phone glowed beside him, screen lit with a cascade of unread messages. He didn't glance up, just kept murmuring to the empty room, his voice cracking under its own weight. "I practiced until my cheeks hurt… and it still wasn't enough…